In the Ghetto (Take 11) Lyrics

Okay, we're rolling, from the top
That's it, two, three, four

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago morning
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

People, don't you understand
A child needs a helping hand
He'll grow to be an angry young man someday
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
A hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as 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
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
And 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
And as her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago morning
Then another little baby child is born in the ghetto
And his mama cries