In The Ghetto (The Vicious Circle)

As the snow flies
On a cold and grey Chicago morn’ 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

   Now people don’t you understand, the child needs a helping hand
   Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man someday
   Take a look at you and me, are we too blind to see
   Or 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 away
   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 in the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

And as her young man dies
On a cold and grey Chicago morn’ another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

And his mama cries
On a cold and grey Chicago morn’ another little baby child is born in the ghetto
On a cold and grey Chicago morn’ another little baby child is born in the ghetto
On a cold and grey Chicago morn’ another little baby child is born in the ghetto