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
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
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
Then one night in desperation
a 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
As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Chicago
mornin',
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
and his mama cries
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