In The Ghetto

As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago morn and 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 Is another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto. And 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? 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 a 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 on the street with a gun in His hand in the ghetto. Ghetto. And so a young man dies. In On a cold and gray Chicago morn, And another little baby child is born In the ghetto. In the ghetto. And his mama cries. In the ghetto. In The Ghetto.