In The Ghetto akkorde

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As the snow flies on a cold and grey Chicago morning
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a poor little baby child is born in the ghetto and his mama cries.
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’cause if there’s one thing that she doesn’t need
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it’s another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

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People don’t you understand, the child needs a helping hand
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or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day.
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Take a look at you and me are we too blind to see
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Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way.

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Well, the world turns and a hungry little boy with the running nose
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Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto and his hunger burns,
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So he starts to roam in the streets at night
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And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto

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Then one night in desperation a young man breaks away
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He buys a gun, steals a car, tries to run, he don’t get far

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and his mama cries
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As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man, face down in the street with a gun in his hand
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In the ghetto, and as the young man dies,
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On a cold and grey Chicago morning
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Another little baby child is born in the ghetto and his mama cries