intheghetto

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		Ray Pfob
		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

		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 the young man dies,
		On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’,