Ghetto

As the C#snow fliesC#*
On a Fmicold and gray chicago mornin'
A F#poor little baby Aschild is born
In the C#ghettoC#*

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 Asunderstand
The child needs a F#helping C#hand
Or F#he'll grow to be an Asangry young man some C#day
Take a look at Asyou and me,
Are we too F#blind to C#see,
F#Do we simply Fmturn our heads and F#look the other Asway


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


AsThen one night in desperation
A F#young man breaks aC#way
He F#buys a gun, Fmsteals a car,
F#Tries to run, but he Asdon'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...