EMIN - In the ghetto

As the snow flies,
On a cold and gray Chicago morning,
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 is another hungry mouth to feed,
In the ghetto 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.