On a cold and grey chicago morning another little baby child is born in the getto, and his mother cries. For if there's one thing that she don't need is another hungry mouth to feed, in the getto. People don't you understand, the child needs a help'n hand or he's gon'a be an angry young man someday. Take a look at you and me, are we too blind to see, or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way....... ..........as the world turns......... |