In The Ghetto

(words & music by scott 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



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



As her young man dies,

On a cold and gray chicago mornin',

Another little baby child is born

In the ghetto


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