In The Ghetto

<br>As the snow flies<br>On a cold and gray Chicago mornin`<br>A poor little baby child is born<br>In the ghetto<br>And his mama cries<br>`Cause if there`s one thing that she don`t need<br>It`s another hungry mouth to feed<br>In the ghetto<br><br>People, don`t you understand<br>The child needs a helping hand<br>Or he`ll grow to be an angry young man some day<br>Take a look at you and me,<br>Are we too blind to see,<br>Do we simply turn our heads<br>And look the other way<br><br>Well the world turns<br>And a hungry little boy with a runny nose<br>Plays in the street as the cold wind blows<br>In the ghetto<br><br>And his hunger burns<br>So he starts to roam the streets at night<br>and he learns how to steal<br>And he learns how to fight<br>In the ghetto<br><br>Then one night in desperation<br>A young man breaks away<br>He buys a gun, steals a car,<br>Tries to run, but he don`t get far<br>And his mama cries<br><br>As a crowd gathers `round an angry young man<br>Face down on the street with a gun in his hand<br>In the ghetto<br><br>As her young man dies,<br>On a cold and gray Chicago mornin`,<br>Another little baby child is born<br>In the ghetto