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In The Ghetto - howard carpendale

Written by：Scott Davis

As the snow flies on a cold and grey Chicago morning

Another little baby child is born in the ghetto in the ghetto

And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need

It's another little baby mouth to feed in the ghetto in the ghetto

People don't you understand the child needs a helping hand

Cause he grow up at angry young man one day

Take a look at you and me are we to blind to see

Do we always turn our heads and look the other way

As the world turns and a hungry little boy with a running nose

Plays in the street and the cold wind blows in the ghetto in the ghetto

And his hunger burnes and he starts to run on the streets of nights

And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight

In the ghetto 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 doesn't get far

And his mama cries as a crowed gather round an angry young man

Lying in the street with a gun in his hand

In the ghetto in the ghetto

And as her young man dies on a cold and grey Chicago morning

Another little baby child is born in the ghetto in the ghetto

In the ghetto in the ghetto

In the ghetto in the ghetto

In the ghetto in the ghetto

In the ghetto