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Sun beats down hard, summer ninety-two
On a cracked sidewalk, nothin' much to do
Stands a giant of a man, lookin' outta place
Seven feet tall, with time to waste
Big Vinnie Vegas, before the Diesel fame
Just tryin' to navigate this inner-city game.
And the heat waves rise
Reflecting in his unsure eyes
As he sees a world he never knew
In the ghetto
(Yeah, Big Daddy Cool feels it too)
In the ghetto
Sees the kids on the corner, watchin' him walk by
A little suspicion glintin' in their eye
Hears the loud music from an open window sill
A different rhythm, makes him stand stock-still
This ain't no arena, no spotlights bright and bold
Just survival stories, centuries old.
And the heat waves rise
Reflecting in his unsure eyes
As he sees a world he never knew
In the ghetto
(Yeah, Big Daddy Cool feels it too)
In the ghetto
Maybe learned a lesson, on that long hot day
'Bout the different struggles folks face along the way
He turns the corner, adjusts his leather vest
Puts this "enrichment" truly to the test
Just a wrestler passin' through, nowhere near his peak
On this unfamiliar, unforgiving street.
And the heat waves rise...
As another day dies...
In the ghetto...
(Big Kev drives on by...)
In the ghetto...
(Under that hot summer sky...)
