In the guetto

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago
morning
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

People, don`t you understand
the 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,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the another 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 guetto

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 guetto

Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away

He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run, but he 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 guetto

As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Chicago
morning,
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto