In the Ghetto

As the snow flies

On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'

A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto

(In the ghetto)

And his mama cries

'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need

It's another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

(In the ghetto)

People, don't you understand?

The child needs a helping hand

Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day

Take a look at you and me

Are we too blind to see?

Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?

Well, the world turns

And a hungry little boy with a runny nose

Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto

(In the ghetto)

And his hunger burns

So he starts to roam the streets at night

And he learns how to steal

And he learns how to fight in the ghetto

(In the ghetto)

Then one night in desperation

The young man breaks away

He buys a gun, steals a car

Tries to run, but he don't get far and his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man

Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto

(In the ghetto)

And as her young man dies

(In the ghetto)

On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'

Another little baby child is born in the ghetto

(In the ghetto)

And his mama cries

(In the ghetto)

(In the ghetto)

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