As the snow flies <br />On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' <br />A poor little baby child is born <br />In the ghetto <br />And his mama cries <br />'cause if there's one thing that she don't need <br />it's another hungry mouth to feed <br />In the ghetto <br /> <br />People, don't you understand <br />the child needs a helping hand <br />or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day <br />Take a look at you and me, <br />are we too blind to see, <br />do we simply turn our heads <br />and look the other way <br /> <br />Well the world turns <br />and a hungry little boy with a runny nose <br />plays in the street as the cold wind blows <br />In the ghetto <br /> <br />And his hunger burns <br />so he starts to roam the streets at night <br />and he learns how to steal <br />and he learns how to fight <br />In the ghetto <br /> <br />Then one night in desperation <br />a young man breaks away <br />He buys a gun, steals a car, <br />tries to run, but he don't get far <br />And his mama cries <br /> <br />As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man <br />face down on the street with a gun in his hand <br />In the ghetto <br /> <br />As her young man dies, <br />on a cold and gray Chicago mornin', <br />another little baby child is born <br />In the ghetto