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BROLLE JR IN THE GHETTO LYRICS

As the snow flies,
on a cold and gray Chicago morning, 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.

So, people, don't you understand?
The child needs a helping hand.
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day.
So 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.

Then one night, in desperation, a young man breaks away.
He buys a gun, he steals a car, he tries to run, but he don't get far,
and his mama cries.
As a crowd gathers around an angry young man, face down in the street with a gun in his hand, in the ghetto.
As her young man dies (in the ghetto),
on a cold and grey Chicago morning, another little baby child is born,
in the ghetto,
and his mama cries.
(In the ghetto.)
(In the ghetto.)