IN THE GHETTO
(Scott Davis)

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
A poor little baby child is born in Ghetto and his mama cries
Cause there's one thing that she don't need
It's another little hungry mouth to feed in the Ghetto
People don't you understand the child needs a helping hand
He'll grow to be an angry young man someday
Take a look at you and me are we too blind to see
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way while the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a running nose
Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows in 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 Ghetto
Then one night in desperation the young man breaks away
And he buys him a gun and he steals a car and he tries to run
But he don't get far and his mama cries
As a crowd gathers round and the angry young man
Paces down the street with a gun in his hand in Ghetto and the young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
Another little baby child is born in Ghetto and his mama cries
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