This Ghetto Story/We Have To Tell The World

[Female Vocalist-mezzsoprano,close mic,intimate airy,slightly behind beat][Sparse Rhodes, upright bass, brushed drums, soft piano, restrained strings. Let the vocalist breathe naturally between phrases.

This, ghetto story-

Does it dry up?

Like a raisin in the sun,

Like a flower when there’s no rain,

There’s a crack…

In the concrete,

I saw it somewhere,

Where Black children play-

in Harlem…

Is there something better

Out there For Me-

Out there for me.

Oh I-I….

just can’t,

I just can’t,

leave-

without worrying About-you.

This ghetto story,

We can’t forget to tell,

No, we can’t forget to tell…

The Hood, is- vast

And I know your it’s chief,

But does it dry up?

Is that the time?

When you’re gonna realize,

It’s always been me-

Right by your side,

Is there something better

Out there For Me-

Out there for me.

Oh I-I….

just can’t,

I just can’t,

leave-

without worrying About-you.

This, ghetto story

We can’t forget to tell,

No we can’t forget to Tell…

The world

All About Our love…

No we can’t forget to Tell…

The world

All About Our love…

No we can’t forget to Tell…

The world

All About Our love…

We can’t forget to tell.

Oh-honey,

call your mother on the phone

And tell her-

That you are getting on a plane for-

The first time…

We’re going-

To find what you’ve been missing,

That fell into the Concrete-

In Harlem,

The mood-

The breeze-

Once you feel the difference you will see,

What you’ve been missing,

That fell into the Concrete-

In Harlem

Oh-yes it did…

Slow…

Slow…

Slower….

Slower….

Am I being selfish?

Well, I’ll tell you-

Life for me-

Ain’t been no Crystal stair,

Most of the time I had to crawl,

Just to Get somewhere,

It’s easier with two,

Climbing up these broken stairs,

Can’t you see I’m right here with you-

The kind’ve story-

We can’t forget to tell,

No we can’t forget to Tell…

The world

All About Our love…

Baby are you Listening to Me….

Tell the whole World-

All-About-Our love….

Through every season,
Every empty room,


Every dream that didn't come true-

I've been here.

Baby are you Listening to Me….

Tell the whole World-

All-About-Our love….

This ghetto story—

We can't forget to tell.

No, we can't forget to tell.

Not just about the struggle…

Not just about the pain…

But how two people
Found a little love-
In the middle of the rain.

This ghetto story—

We can't forget to tell…

Don't forget to tell them

About us…

Don't forget to tell them

We were here…

Don't forget to tell them—

This was our love story.

Don't forget to tell them

About us…

(Music dissolves.)