In the Ghetto

As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago morning, 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 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? While the world turns And a hungry little boy with running 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 and he steals a car, Tries to run, but he don't get far. And his mama cries As the crowd gathers 'round an angry young man Face down on the street with a gun in His hand in the ghetto. In the ghetto. As her young man dies On a cold and gray Chicago morning, another little baby child is born In the ghetto. ghetto. And his mama cries. Oh-oh. Oh-oh. Oh-oh.