In The Ghetto

As the snow flies

On a cold and gray Chicago morn

A poor baby child is 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

People, don't you understand

This child needs a helping hand

Or he'll grow to be an angry man someday

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 hungry boy with a runny nose

Plays in the street as the cold wind blows

In the ghetto

And his hunger burns

So he starts to roam the streets at night

He learns to steal, he learns to fight

In the ghetto

And then one night in desperation

This 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 man

Facedown with a gun in his hand

In the ghetto

As her young man dies

On a cold and gray Chicago morn

Another baby child is born

In the ghetto

And his mama cries