Ghetto

As the Bsnow fliesB*
On a Dmicold and gray chicago mornin'
A Espoor little baby Fchild is born
In the BghettoB*

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 Funderstand
The child needs a Eshelping Bhand
Or Eshe'll grow to be an Fangry young man some Bday
Take a look at Fyou and me,
Are we too Esblind to Bsee,
EsDo we simply Dmturn our heads and Eslook the other Fway


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


FThen one night in desperation
A Esyoung man breaks aBway
He Esbuys a gun, Dmsteals a car,
EsTries to run, but he Fdon'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...