In the Ghetto

As the snow lies. On a cold and gray Chicago morn, A poor little baby child is born. In the ghetto. And his mama cries. For it bears one name that she don't need Is another little hungry mouth to feed. In the ghetto. People, don't you understand? The child needs a helping hand or he's gonna Be an angry young man someday. Take a look at you and me. Are too blind to see? 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 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. And 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. And as her young man dies. On a cold and gray Chicago morn, Another little baby child is born. In the ghetto. In the ghetto. And his mama cries. In the ghetto