Ghetto

As the Asnow fliesA*
On a C#micold and gray chicago mornin'
A Dpoor little baby Echild is born
In the AghettoA*

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 Eunderstand
The child needs a Dhelping Ahand
Or Dhe'll grow to be an Eangry young man some Aday
Take a look at Eyou and me,
Are we too Dblind to Asee,
DDo we simply C#mturn our heads and Dlook the other Eway


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


EThen one night in desperation
A Dyoung man breaks aAway
He Dbuys a gun, C#msteals a car,
DTries to run, but he Edon'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...