In the Ghetto Lyrics

Ghetto boy, Ghetto boy
Ghetto boy, Ghetto boy
What you gonna do down
In the ghetto boy

Here we go, here we here we go...

A the snow flies on a
Cold and grey Chicago morning
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing
She doesn't need
It's another hungry mouth
To feed - in the ghetto

People don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an
Angry young man someday
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Or do we simply turn our head
And look the other way

Well, the world turns
And a hungry little boy
With a runny nose
Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows
n the ghetto
And his hunger burns
And hes starts to roam
The streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight - in the ghetto

And then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
Tries to run
But he don't get far

And his mama 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

People don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand...