In the ghetto
As the snow flies On a cold and gray 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, do we simply turn our heads and look the other way Well the world turns and a hungry little boy with a runny nose plays in the street a
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