In The Ghetto

As the snow flies

On a cold and gray 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 hungry mouth

To feed in the ghetto

So people, won't you understand

Child needs helping hand

Or he'll grow to be

An angry young man some day

And 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 poor little boy

With a runny nose

Plays in the street

When 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

A young man breaks away

He finds a gun and he steals a car

And tries to run but he doesn'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

And as the young man dies...

On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'

Another little baby child is born

In the ghetto

In the ghetto

In the ghetto

[ Mac Davis ]