In the Ghetto

As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago morn

A poor little baby child is born in the Ghetto and his mama cries

Cause there's one thing that she don't need

Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the Ghetto.

People don't you understand the child needs a helping hand

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

As the world turns.

A hungry little boy with a running nose

Plays in the streets 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

And he buys a gun and he steals a car and he tries to run

But don't get far and his mama cries.

As a crowd gathers round and the angry young man

Paces down the street with a gun in his hand in the Ghetto

As the young man dies.

On a cold and gray Chicago morn

Another little baby child is born in the Ghetto

And his mama cries

(In Ghetto, oh, oh...)