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
'cause if there's one
thing that she don't
need it's another
little 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
while 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
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 him a gun
and he steals a car
and he 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 the young man dies
On a cold and grey
Chicago mornin'
Another little baby
child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries