BARRY WHITEIn The Ghetto Lyrics
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 don´t need is another little hungry mouth to feed in the Ghetto.
And people don´t you understand,
A child needs a helping hand,
And he´ll grow to be an angry old man some day,
I took a look at you and me,
Are we to blind to see,
And do we supply turn our heads and look the other way…..
When the world turns,
And a hungry little boy with a runnin´ nose plays in the street and the cold wind blows in the Ghetto,
And his hunger burns,
So he starts to run the streets at night and he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the Ghetto.
Then one night in desperation the young man brakes away,
He buys a gun, steals a car, he tries to run, but he don´t get far and his mama cries.
As a crowd get as round
An angry old man faced down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto.
And as a young man dies
On a cold and grey Chicago morning another little baby child is born in the Ghetto
And his mama cries….
these lyrics are submitted by kaan