In the Ghetto Lyrics

As 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 that she don'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 gonna be an angry young man someday
Take a look at you and me, are we to blind to see
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way

Well the world turns and a poor little boy with a running nose
Plays in the street and a cold wind blows, in the ghetto
And his hunger burnes, so he starts to run on the streets at nights.
And he learns how to steel and he learns how to fight, in the ghetto.

Then one night in desperation the young man breaks away
He finds a gun and he steels a car and he tries to run but he doesn't get far

And his mama cries, as a crowed gather 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 was born, in the ghetto

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