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
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 grey
Chicago morning
Another little baby
Child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
In the ghetto