In the Ghetto

Ouuuuuuh yeah hey oh ooh On a cold and crazy cargo morn' A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto Coz if there's one thing that she don't need is another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto And the world turns And a hungry litte boy with a runny nose plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto People don't you understand That he'll need a helping hand Or he'll grow to be a angry young man someday Take a look at you and me Are we too blind to see Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way as the world turns A hungry little boy with a runny nose plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto And his hunger burns Disaster on the streets at night He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto Then one night in desperation The young man breaks away Buys a gun he steals a car he tries to run but he don't get far in the ghetto In the ghetto And his mother cry Mother cry yea yees yeah hey Uuuu oooh oh Crowds gather round an angry young man Face down on the streets with a gun in his hand in the ghetto And the young man dies On a cold and crazy cargo morn' Another little baby child is born in the ghetto In the ghetto Ooooooooh In the ghetto Yeah yeah baby Thats how it is (in the ghetto) Thats how it is in the ghetto Yeeeaaah he Uuuuuuiiiuh In the ghetto In the ghetto