In the Ghetto Songtext

von Ghetto People

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...