In the Ghetto

As the snow flies

On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'

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 some day

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 a 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)

Then one night in desperation

The...