Ghetto

As the Dsnow fliesD*
On a F#micold and gray chicago mornin'
A Gpoor little baby Achild is born
In the DghettoD*

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 Aunderstand
The child needs a Ghelping Dhand
Or Ghe'll grow to be an Aangry young man some Dday
Take a look at Ayou and me,
Are we too Gblind to Dsee,
GDo we simply F#mturn our heads and Glook the other Away


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


AThen one night in desperation
A Gyoung man breaks aDway
He Gbuys a gun, F#msteals a car,
GTries to run, but he Adon'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...