Helmut Lotti In The Ghetto Lyrics

As the snow flies,
On a cold and grey Chicago mornin'
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
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 runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the
ghetto And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam 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 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 an angry young man
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the
ghetto
And as her young man dies,
On a cold and grey Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto
And his mama cries
In the ghetto
In the ghetto