In The Ghetto Lyrics - Nat Stuckey

As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago morn 

A poor little baby child is born in the Ghetto and his mama cries 

Cause there's one thing that she don't need 

Is another hungry mouth to feed in the Ghetto 

People don't you understand child needs a helping hand 

He'll grow to be an angry young man someday 

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 

And a hungry little boy with a running nose 

Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows in the Ghetto and his hunger burns 

So he starts to roam the streets of 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 and the angry young man 

Paces down the street with a gun in his hand in the Ghetto and as her young man dies 

On a cold and gray Chicago morn another little baby child is born in the Ghetto 

People don't you understand... 

(In the Ghetto in the Ghetto in the Ghetto in the Ghetto)