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 momma cries Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto People can'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 While 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 And then one night in desperation the young man breaks away And he buys a gun and he steals a car tries to run but don't get far And his momma cries As a crowd gathers round an angry young man Paces down the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto And the young man dies On a cold and gray Chicago morn Another little baby child is born in the Ghetto And his momma cries