In the Ghetto

As the snow flies
 On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
 A poor little baby child is born
 In the ghetto
 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
 (In the ghetto)
 People, can't you understand
 A child needs a helping hand
 Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
 Take a look at you and me
 Are we too blind to see
 Or do we simply turn our heads
 And look the other way
 While the world turns
 And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
 Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
 In the ghetto
 (In the ghetto)
 And his hunger burns
 So he starts to roam the streets at night
 He learns how to steal
 And he learns how to fight
 In the ghetto
 (In the ghetto)
 Then one night in desperation
 A young man breaks away
 He buys a gun and he steals a car
 And he tries to run, but he don't get far
 And his mama cries
 (In the ghetto)
 As a crowd gathers 'round
 An angry young man
 Face down on the street
 With a gun in his hand
 In the ghetto
 (In the ghetto)
 And her young man dies (in the ghetto)
 On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
 Another little baby child is born
 In the ghetto
 (In the ghetto)
 And his mama cries
 (In the ghetto)
 (Oh)