Ghetto

As the Hsnow fliesH*
On a Esmicold and gray chicago mornin'
A Epoor little baby F#child is born
In the HghettoH*

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 F#understand
The child needs a Ehelping Hhand
Or Ehe'll grow to be an F#angry young man some Hday
Take a look at F#you and me,
Are we too Eblind to Hsee,
EDo we simply Esmturn our heads and Elook the other F#way


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


F#Then one night in desperation
A Eyoung man breaks aHway
He Ebuys a gun, Esmsteals a car,
ETries to run, but he F#don'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...