In the ghetto
As the snow flies,
On a cold and grey 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 another little hungry mouth to feed 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,
Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with the runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows 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