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
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
And 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
