In The Ghetto

 

As the snow flies.

On a cold and grey Chicago morn' another little baby child is born

In the ghetto

And his mother cries ( in the ghetto )

'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need,

It's another little hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto

Now people don't you understand The child needs a helping hand

Or he'll grow up to be an angry young man some day

Take a look at you and me Are we too blind to see

Or do we just turn our heads and look the other way

As the world turns

Amaj7 Bm .

And a hungry little child with a runny nose plays in the streets

As the cold wind blows 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 A young man breaks away

He buys a gun steals a car tries to run but he don't get far

And his mother cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man face down in the street

With a gun in his hand As her young man dies

An a cold and grey Chicago morn' another little baby child is born

In the ghetto And his mama cries