In the Ghetto

As the snow flies

On a cold and gray Chicago morn

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 little 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 someday

Take a look at you and me

Are we too blind to see?

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

As 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

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

Facedown on the street, 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 morn'

Another little baby child is born

In in the ghetto (In the ghetto)

And her mama cries (In the ghetto)

(In the ghetto)

(Why?)