In The Ghetto

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