As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And his mama cries
;Cause if there one thing that she don't need
It is another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
(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
Well, the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And as her young man dies
(In the ghetto)
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And his mama cries
(In the ghetto)
(In the ghetto)
(Ah)
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Mac Davis
In the Ghetto lyrics © Sony/atv Songs Llc, Jobete Music Co. Inc., R & H Music Company
C.: I haven’t heard from d.c. in a couple of days. He’s under a lot of stress, working a lot and trying to complete a project for his class, as well as study for a final exam. I’ll call him and make sure he’s alright. (ring.) (Oh, no, I hope that he’s not staying awake and trying to do everything at once. He channels Elvis Pressley when he’s overtired, and it sounds like Elvis singing in the background).
d.: Oh, hi, Cal.E. Let me turn down the music so we can talk. My hearing isn’t very well, you know.
C.: You can say that again!
d.: I’m not wearing a grin, and we're not on Facetime, so how would you know if I was?
C.: Never mind.
d.: Who’s very kind?
C.: I mean, forget what I just said.
d.: I’m not still in bed. I’ve been up for hours.
C.: d.c., turn up the volume on your phone as high as it will go. Now, do you understand what I’m saying?
d.: What?
C.: CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?!
d.: Yes, and you don’t need to yell. I turned up the volume on my phone. You should have told me to do that minutes ago, and this conversation would be farther along.
C.: d.c., why haven’t you gotten a hearing aid yet?
d.: I don’t need one of those, and isn’t it illegal for a private citizen to own a handgrenade?
C.: (Actually, I’m not sure that it is). Okay, now that you can hear me, what subject would you like to talk about? What can we fix?
d.: Well, if you want to talk about politics, that’s a touchy subject, Cal.E.
C.: How so?
d.: Okay, I’ll go. Both of the major political parties in the United States want complete control of the government, but the constitution was set up so that won’t happen. It’s called “checks and balances.” Each of the three branches of the U.S. government has some control over other branches. I think that the judicial branch should take a larger role. That would help keep a better balance in the legislative branch, where the Democrats and Republicans fight for control so much that nothing gets done, other than voting a raise for themselves. That always seems to pass both houses without much discussion.
C.: Yes, that does seem to be true. They can usually agree to raise taxes to accomplish this goal as well. That doesn’t leave a lot of money for poor people to live on, but neither party seems to care about that. Maybe that’s why one party has a pacaderm as its symbol, and the other a jackass.
d.: Well, Republicans do try to run over other people, like a herd of stampeding elephants, I suppose. And the Democrats have a donkey as a symbol, not a jackass.
C.: What’s the difference?
d.: Well, a donkey could be a jenny or a jackass. Both genders of donkeys are strong and
determined. That’s what the Democrats want you to believe is an accurate description of their party.
C.: Then why is it an insult to call someone a jackass?
d.: Because male donkeys are stubborn, sometimes unreasonable, and want to be able to get their way.
C.: And Demcrats are…
d.,: Politicians. Let’s leave it at that.
C.: I’ve heard you and the other nurses call inmates “politicians” when y’all don’t like him.
What’s your definition of an inmate that you and the other medical staff members at The Kennel term a “politican”?
d.: %#$@*&@^&@*!!!
C.: That’s all the time we have for today, folks. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of CAl.E.’s Korner.
d.: %$^#&@*!!!@^%$#$@#!$@%#@^!!!
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