in the ghetto

Lyrics

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,