In the Ghetto

As the snow flies.  On a cold and grey Chicago morn'  a poor 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 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   And 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 While the world turns  And a poor little boy with a runny nose plays in the streets 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  And then one night in desperation  the young man breaks away He finds a gun  and he steals a car and he tries to run but he doesn'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  in the ghetto And this young man dies On a cold and grey Chicago morn'  another little baby child is born In the ghetto In the ghetto In the ghetto