In The Ghetto akkorde

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As the snow flies
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On a cold and grey Chicago morning
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A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto
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And his mamma cries
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'Cos if there's one thing that she dont need
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It is another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

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People dont you understand
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The child needs a helping hand
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Or he'll gonna be an angry young man some day
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Take a look at you and me
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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 turn
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And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
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Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto
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And his hunger burns
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So he starts to roam 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 the young man breaks the rules
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He buys a gun, he steals a car,
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He tries to run but he dont get far

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And his mamma cries
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As a crowd gathers round an angry young man
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Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto
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And as her 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
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And his mamma cries