In the Ghetto - Ian Stuart

As the snow fell, on a cold and

Grey Chicago dawn a poor little baby child is born

In the ghetto (White ghettos)

And his mother cried

If there s one thing that she don t need it s another hungry mouth to feed

In the ghettos (White ghettos)

People don t you understand?

A

Child needs a helping hand

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, as the world turns?

And a hungry young boy with a

Runny nose plays out in the street as a cold wind blows

In the ghettos (White ghettos)

Just black and white

So he has to roam the street at night and he learns White Pride and he learns

How to fight

In the ghettos (White ghettos)

And then one night in desperation, the young man breaks away

He buys a gun and drives his car, he orders his life but he dot get far, and his

Mother cries

As a crowds gathers round an

Angry young man, face down in the street with a gun in his hand

In the ghetto (White ghettos)

As the young man dies

On a cold and grey Chicago dawn

Well another baby child is born

In the ghettos (White ghettos)

And his mother cries

White Pride

And his mother cries

White Pride