bairn uz thur snow flies,

On a cowld and grey Chicago mornin'

A pore little baby child is born in thur ghetto

And his mama squawks

'Cause do there's one thin' tha she doon' need

It's another hungry mouth to feed in thur ghetto

People, doon' yow understand

thur child warn' a helpin' hand

do he'll grow to be an raw young man some day

tairke a look a' yow and me,

Are we anarl blind to see,

do do we simplie taan ooor heads and look thur other way?

wal thur world toorns

And a hungry little boo-i with thur runny nose

Plays in thur stree' bairn uz thur cowld wind blows in thur ghetto

And his hunger boorns

So he starts to roam thur streets a' noight

And he learns hew to steal

And he learns hew to foigh' in thur ghetto

Then one noight in desperation

thur young man breaks away

He buys a gun, steals a moo-er, tries to run,

Bu' he doon' gi' far

And his mama cries

bairn uz a scrouge gathers round an raw young man

Face down in thur stree' with a gun in his hand in thur ghetto

And bairn uz her young man dies,

On a cowld and grey Chicago mornin'

Another little baby child is born in thur ghetto

And his mama cries

In thur ghetto

In thur ghetto

Posted By: Tomblander on June 18th 2007 at 16:01:24

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