In the Ghetto Songtext

von Howard Carpendale

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Der Songtext "In the Ghetto" von Howard Carpendale beschreibt die traurige Realität des Lebens in den Armenvierteln. Der...

In the ghetto
Howard Carpendale

As the snow flies, on a cold and grey Chicago morning
Another 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's another little baby mouth to feed, in the ghetto. in the ghetto

People don't you understand, the child needs a helping hand
Cause he grow up at angry young man one day.
Take a look at you and me, are we to blind to see
Do we always turn our heads and look the other way
As the world turns and a hungry little boy with a running nose
Plays in the street and the cold wind blows in the ghetto. in the ghetto
And his hunger burnes, and he starts to run on the streets of nights.
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 doesn't get far.
And his mama cries, as a crowed gather round an angry young man
Lying in the street with a gun in his hand, in the ghetto. in the ghetto
And as her young man dies, on a cold and grey Chicago morning
Another little baby child is born, in the ghetto. in the ghetto
In the ghetto. in the ghetto
In the ghetto. in the ghetto
In the ghetto. in the ghetto
In the ghetto