In the Ghetto

In The Ghetto - Graham Blvd.

As the snow flies

On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'

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 a needs helping hand

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

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

In the ghetto

And his hunger burns

So he starts to roam

The streets at night

And he learns how to steal

And he to learns and figh

Thow In the ghetto

In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation

The young man breaks away

He buys a gun, any steals a car

Tries to run, but 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

In the ghetto

As her young man dies

In the ghetto

On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'

Another little baby child is born

In the ghetto

And his mama cries

In the ghetto

In the ghetto

In the ghetto

In the ghetto