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 ]