In The Ghetto

As the snow flies... On a cold and grey Chicago morning

A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto

And his mamma cries... 'Cos if there's one thing that she dont need

It's another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

People dont you understand

The child needs a helping hand

Or he'll gonna be an angry young man some day

Take a look at you and me

Are we too blind to see

Or 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 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

Then one night in desperation the young man breaks away

He buys a gun, he steals a car,

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He tries to run but he dont get far

And his mamma 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 grey Chicago morning

Another little baby child is born in the ghetto...