Ghetto

As the F#snow fliesF#*
On a Bmicold and gray chicago mornin'
A Hpoor little baby C#child is born
In the F#ghettoF#*

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 C#understand
The child needs a Hhelping F#hand
Or Hhe'll grow to be an C#angry young man some F#day
Take a look at C#you and me,
Are we too Hblind to F#see,
HDo we simply Bmturn our heads and Hlook the other C#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
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto


C#Then one night in desperation
A Hyoung man breaks aF#way
He Hbuys a gun, Bmsteals a car,
HTries to run, but he C#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

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin',
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

And his mama cries...