Ghetto

As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago morning

Poor little baby child is born in the ghetto

His mama cries for if there's one thing that she don't need

It's another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

And people don't you understand the child needs a helping hand

He's going to be an angry young man some day

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 the cold wind blows in the ghetto

And his hunger burns he starts to roam the street at night

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 steals a car he tries to run

But he won't get far and his mama cries

As the crowd gathers round the angry young man

Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto

As her young man dies on a cold and grey Chicago morning

Poor little baby child is born in the ghetto and his mama cries