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In The Ghetto 
Medium
by Elvis Presley
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As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor child is born in the ghetto
And his cries 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry to feed in the ghetto
People, don't you understand the child needs a hand?
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
a look at you and me, are we too blind to see?
Do we our heads and look the way?
the turns and a hungry little boy a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind in the
And his hunger burns, so he starts to the streets at night
And he learns how to steal and he how to fight in the ghetto
Then one night in desperation a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car, to run, but he don't get far
And his mama
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face on the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto
As her young man dies on a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
little child is in the ghetto
And his mama cries
A poor child is born in the ghetto
And his cries 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry to feed in the ghetto
People, don't you understand the child needs a hand?
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
a look at you and me, are we too blind to see?
Do we our heads and look the way?
the turns and a hungry little boy a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind in the
And his hunger burns, so he starts to the streets at night
And he learns how to steal and he how to fight in the ghetto
Then one night in desperation a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car, to run, but he don't get far
And his mama
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face on the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto
As her young man dies on a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
little child is in the ghetto
And his mama cries
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