In the Ghetto

Ouuuuuuh yeah hey oh ooh
On a cold and crazy cargo morn'
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto
Coz if there's one thing that she don't need is another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto
And the world turns
And a hungry litte boy with a runny nose plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto
People don't you understand
That he'll need a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be a 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 runny nose plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto
And his hunger burns
Disaster on the streets at night
He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
Buys a gun he steals a car he tries to run but he don't get far in the ghetto
In the ghetto
And his mother cry
Mother cry yea yees yeah hey
uuuu oooh oh
Crowds gather round an angry young man
Face down on the streets with a gun in his hand in the ghetto
And the young man dies
On a cold and crazy cargo morn'
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto
In the ghetto
ooooooooh
in the ghetto
yeah yeah baby
Thats how it is (in the ghetto)
Thats how it is in the ghetto
Yeeeaaah he
uuuuuuiiiuh
in the ghetto
in the ghetto