Karaoké 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 'cos 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 some day
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
Then one night in desperation a young man breaks away
He buys a gun steals a car tries to run but he don'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 her young man dies on a cold and gray
Chicago mornin' another little baby child is born in the ghetto
And his mama cries

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