In the Ghetto

As the snow flies
On a cold and grey Chicago morn'
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto
(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
(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?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?

Well the world turns
And the hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto
(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
(In the ghetto)

And then one night in desperation
The young man breaks the rules
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 on the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
As her young man dies (in the ghetto)
On a cold and grey Chicago morn'
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And his mama cries

(In the ghetto)
(In the ghetto)