Testo In The Ghetto

Ghetto boy, Ghetto boyGhetto boy, Ghetto boyWhat you gonna do downIn the ghetto boyHere we go, here we here we go...A the snow flies on aCold and grey Chicago morningA poor little baby child is bornIn the ghettoAnd his mama cries'Cause if there's one thingShe doesn't needIt's another hungry mouthTo feed - in the ghettoPeople don't you understandThe child needs a helping handOr he'll grow to be anAngry young man somedayTake a look at you and meAre we too blind to seeOr do we simply turn our headAnd look the other wayWell, the world turnsAnd a hungry little boyWith a runny nosePlays in the streets as the cold wind blowsn the ghettoAnd his hunger burnsAnd hes starts to roamThe streets at nightAnd he learns how to stealAnd he learns how to fight - in the ghettoAnd then one night in desperationA young man breaks awayHe buys a gun, steals a carTries to runBut he don't get farAnd his mama criesAs a crowd gathers'Round an angry young manFace down in the streetWith a gun in his hand - in the ghettoAnd as her young man dies on aCold and grey Chicago morningAnother little baby child is bornIn the ghettoPeople don't you understandThe child needs a helping hand...