Ghetto

As the Csnow fliesC*
On a Emicold and gray chicago mornin'
A Fpoor little baby Gchild is born
In the CghettoC*

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 Gunderstand
The child needs a Fhelping Chand
Or Fhe'll grow to be an Gangry young man some Cday
Take a look at Gyou and me,
Are we too Fblind to Csee,
FDo we simply Emturn our heads and Flook the other Gway


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


GThen one night in desperation
A Fyoung man breaks aCway
He Fbuys a gun, Emsteals a car,
FTries to run, but he Gdon'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...