As the snow flies
On a cold and grey Chicago morning
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
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
In the ghetto
People don't you understand
This child needs a helping hand
He's gonna be an angry young man someday
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
And the world turns
And a hungry little boy with the runny nose
Lays on the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
As he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
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
In the ghetto
As her young man dies (in the ghetto)
On a cold and grey Chicago mornin
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
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