Roy Black
Roy Black - In the ghetto lyrics
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As the snow flies on a cold and grey Chicago morning a poor little baby child is born in the ghetto and his mama cries. ’cause if there’s one thing that she doesn’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 Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way. Well, the world turns and a hungry little boy with the running nose Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto and his hunger burns, So he starts to roam in 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, he don’t get far and his mama cries As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man, face down in the street with a gun in his hand In the ghetto, and as the young man dies, On a cold and grey Chicago morning Another little baby child is born and his mama cries.