In The Ghetto

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another little hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
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 other way
As 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
The 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 a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
And as her young man dies
In the ghetto
On a cold and gray Chicago morn'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
And her mama cries
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
Why