In the Ghetto (Take 22) Lyrics

And his mama cries
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
The child needs a helping hand
Or 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
And 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

And 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

And as her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago morning
Another little baby child is born

In the ghetto

And his mama cries