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In the Ghetto Lyrics

In the Ghetto

As the snow flies
On a cold and grey 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.

Oh, People, don'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?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
Well, the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a running 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 the young man breaks away,
He buys a gun, he steals a car,
He tries to run, but he don't get far
and his mama cries,
As the crowd gathers round an angry young man
face down in the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto.

And as her young man died
On a cold and grey Chicago morning
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto,
And his Mama cries
In the ghetto
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