AS THE SNOW FLIES
ON A COLD AND GRAY
CHICAGO MORNING
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
IS ANOTHER HUNGRY
MOUTH TO FEED
IN THE GHETTO
PEOPLE DON'T YOU
UNDERSTAND
THE CHILD NEEDS
A HELPING HAND
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
AND HE 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
AND AS HER
YOUNG MAN DIES
ON A COLD AND GRAY
CHICAGO MORNING
ANOTHER LITTLE
BABY CHILD IS BORN
IN THE GHETTO
AND HIS MAMA CRIES