In The Ghetto

And the snow flies

On a cold and gray Chicago morn

A poor little baby child is born

In the ghetto (In the ghetto)

And his mama cries

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

It's another little 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

And take a look at you and me

Are we too blind to see

Or will we simply turn our heads

And look the other way?

And the world turns

And the hungry little boy with a runny nose

Plays in the street where the cold wind blows

In the ghetto (In the ghetto)

And his hunger burns

So he starts to roam the streets at night

He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight

In the ghetto (In the ghetto)

Then one night in desperation

The young man breaks away

He buys a gun, he 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 in the street with a gun in his hand

In the ghetto (In the ghetto)

And as her young man dies (In the ghetto)

On a cold and gray Chicago morn

Another little baby child is born

In the ghetto (In the ghetto)

And his mama cries

In the ghetto

In the ghetto