Karaoké In the Ghetto Roland Kaiser

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

'Cos 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 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

And then one night in desperation

The young man breaks the rules

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 on the street with a gun in his hand

In the ghetto

As her young man dies

On a cold and gray

Chicago mornin'

Another little baby child is born in the ghetto

And his mama cries