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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.
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.
(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
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Then one night in desperation
A 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)
As her young man dies,
On a cold and grey Chicago mornin',
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
In the ghetto
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