As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago morn
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A poor little baby child is born in the Ghetto and his mama cries
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Cause there's one thing that she don't need
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Is another hungry mouth to feed in the Ghetto
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People don't you understand child needs a helping hand
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He'll grow to be an angry young man someday
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Take a look at you and me are we too blind to see
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Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way while the world turns
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And a hungry little boy with a running nose
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Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows in the Ghetto and his hunger burns
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So he starts to roam the streets of night
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And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the Ghetto
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Then one night in desperation the young man breaks away
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He buys a gun steals a car tries to run but he don't get far and his mama cries
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As a crowd gathers round and the angry young man
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Paces down the street with a gun in his hand in the Ghetto and as her young man dies
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On a cold and gray Chicago morn another little baby child is born in the Ghetto
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People don't you understand...
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(In the Ghetto in the Ghetto in the Ghetto in the Ghetto)
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In The Ghetto
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| Nat Stuckey |
