Based on Elvis song: "In the Ghetto"
Born on a cold day with the moon shining on him at night, crying as a newborn child he saw the light. In a ghetto he screamed for the first time. He was raised happy as he could be without other chances, but fighting. Knowing nothing else, he learned that he was the best. He grew up strong, after being hit one day after the other, engaged with a guitar as his best friend. He had been successful rolling down to Mississippi with love for the whole world. Going up to Memphis you can be haunted by his voice. Going back to Memphis, you will be returned to sender, the king will open the mail box
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