In the Ghetto

(Mac Davis)



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 while 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, 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.



As her young man dies on a cold and gray Chicago mornin'

Another little baby child is born in the ghetto...