Good word

As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto
And his mama cries, 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

People, don't you understand, the child needs a helping hand
Or 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

Mac Davis, "In the Ghetto"