In The Ghetto Akor

 

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 an-other hungry mouth to feed

 

In the ghetto

 

People, don't you understand

 

The child needs a heeee-lping hand

 

Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day

 

Take a look at you and me,

 

Are we too bliiiiind to see,

 

Do we simply turn our heads

 

And look the other 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

 

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 ghetto

 

As her young man dies,

 

On a cold and gray chicago mornin',

 

An-other little baby child is born

 

In the ghetto