Lyrics In the Ghetto - FKM
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
young
man
breaks
away
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
young
man
Face
down
on
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
mornin',
Another
little
baby
child
is
born
In
the
ghetto
(In
the
ghetto)
And
his
mama
cries
(In
the
ghetto)
(In
the
ghetto)
(In
the
ghetto)
(In
the
ghetto)
(In
the
ghetto)
(In
the
ghetto)
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