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<blockquote data-quote="MelaninWarlord" data-source="post: 56370" data-attributes="member: 428">As the snow fliesOn a cold and gray Chicago mornin&#039;A poor little baby child is bornIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)And his mama cries&#039;Cause if there&#039;s one thing that she don&#039;t needIt is another hungry mouth to feedIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)People, don&#039;t you understandThe child needs a helping handOr he&#039;ll grow to be an angry young man some dayTake a look at you and meAre we too blind to see?Do we simply turn our headsAnd look the other wayWell, the world turnsAnd a hungry little boy with a runny nosePlays in the street as the cold wind blowsIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)And his hunger burnsSo he starts to roam the streets at nightAnd he learns how to stealAnd he learns how to fightIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)Then one night in desperationThe young man breaks awayHe buys a gun, steals a carTries to run, but he don&#039;t get farAnd his mama criesAs a crowd gathers &#039;round an angry young manFace down on the street with a gun in his handIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)And as her young man dies(In the ghetto)On a cold and gray Chicago mornin&#039;Another little baby child is bornIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)And his mama cries(In the ghetto)(In the ghetto)(Ah)</blockquote>

[QUOTE="MelaninWarlord, post: 56370, member: 428"] As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' 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 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) 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 on the street with a gun in his hand In the ghetto (In the ghetto) And as her young man dies (In the ghetto) On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' Another little baby child is born In the ghetto (In the ghetto) And his mama cries (In the ghetto) (In the ghetto) (Ah) [/QUOTE]

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