a poor little baby child is born in the ghetto.
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need,
it's another hungry mouth to feed, in the ghetto.
The child needs a helping hand,
or he'll grow to be an angry young man someday.
or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto.
so he starts to roam the streets at night,
and he learns how to steal,
and he learns how to fight in the ghetto.
the young man breaks away,
he buys a gun, he steals a car,
tries to run but he don't get far.
And his mama cries...
'round an angry young man face down in the street
with a gun in his hand in the ghetto.
on a cold and grey Chicago mornin',
in the ghetto, in the ghetto.