Ghetto

As the Fsnow fliesF*
On a Amicold and gray chicago mornin'
A Bpoor little baby Cchild is born
In the FghettoF*

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 Cunderstand
The child needs a Bhelping Fhand
Or Bhe'll grow to be an Cangry young man some Fday
Take a look at Cyou and me,
Are we too Bblind to Fsee,
BDo we simply Amturn our heads and Blook the other Cway


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


CThen one night in desperation
A Byoung man breaks aFway
He Bbuys a gun, Amsteals a car,
BTries to run, but he Cdon'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...