In the Ghetto
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Well, as a blues woman, I've gotten the opportunity to travel all
Around the world, and I'm grateful for that. Europe, France, China
Indian, east and west, north and south, some big cities. But always
Hidden behind the curtain, there are some neighborhoods where poverty
And unemployment and violence, they rule. Neighborhoods where it's
Not safe for a child to be raised. Here we call these places the
Ghettos. You can travel all around the world, the story's the same
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
Another little hungry mouth is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another little hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand?
A child needs a helping hand
Or he's gonna grow up to be an angry young man someday
Take a look at me
Are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way?
Well, the world turns
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
Learns how to steal and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
And then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, he steals a car
Tries to run, but he doesn't get far
And his mama cries
And a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down in the street, he got a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
And her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And then one night in desperation
A 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
A crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
He face down in the street, he got a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
Please save the children, oh, in the ghetto
Save the children, save the children, in the ghetto
All over the world, they got pain, pain
Tell me where we gonna run?
The ghetto is getting out of hand
Ooh, it grieves my soul
It grieves, it grieves, it grieves
Nobody seems to care
Everybody's turning their own back
Going their own way
The children are our future
In the ghetto, the children
Help the poor, help the poor, help the poor
In the ghetto