In The Ghetto

As the snow flies

On a cold and gray Chicago morning

A poor little baby child was born

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

So People, won't you understand

The child needs a helping hand

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

Take a look at you and me

Are we too blind to see

Or do we simply turn our heads

And look the other way

Well the world turns

And a poor little boy with a runny nose

Plays in the street while 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

He buys a gun and he steals a car

Tries to run, but he doesn'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

And as the young man dies

On a cold and gray Chicago morning

Another little baby child is born

In the ghetto

In the ghetto

In the ghetto