As the snow flies
On a cold and grey
Chicago mornin' a poor
little baby child is born
in the ghetto
And his Mama cries
'Cos 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 in the street
with a gun in his hand
in the ghetto
As her young man dies
On a cold and grey
Chicago mornin',
another little baby child
is born in the ghetto
And his Mama cries