In The Ghetto (de Burgh Chris)

And the snow flies On a cold and grey Chicago morn 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 hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto (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 will we simply turn our heads And look the other way? And the world turns And the hungry little boy with the 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 He learns how to steal And he learns how to fight In the ghetto (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 a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man Face down in the street with a gun in his hand In the ghetto (in the ghetto) And as her young man dies (in the ghetto) On a cold and grey Chicago morn’ Another little baby child is born In the ghetto (in the ghetto) And his mama cries… (In the ghetto, in the ghetto, in the ghetto…)