In The Ghetto (Inside My Soul 2004)

Текст песни Cunnie Williams - In The Ghetto (Inside My Soul 2004)

As the snow flies, on a cold and gray Chicago morn'

A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto (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 (in the ghetto)

People don't you understand, child need 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?
Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?

Well the world turns, as a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the streets as the cold wind

Blows in the ghetto (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 (in the ghetto)

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 (in the ghetto)

And as her young man dies, on a cold and gray Chicago morn'

Another little baby child is born in the ghetto (in the ghetto)

And his mama cries