Ghetto

As the snow flies
On a cold and grey Chicago morn
A poor little baby child is born

In the ghetto

And his mama cries
For if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed

In the ghetto

And people just don't understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he's gonna be an angry young man someday

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

And his hunger burns
He starts to roam the street at night
He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight

In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
He drives around but he won't get far

And his mama cries

As the drunkard has found
The angry young man face down
In the street with a gun in his hand

In the ghetto

As the young man dies
On a cold and grey Chicago morn
A poor little baby child is born

In the ghetto

And his mama cries