As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his momma cries
For if there's one thing that she don't need
Is another little hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, can't you understand
A child needs a helping hand
And he'll grow up to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Oro we simply turn our heads, and look the other way
As the world turns
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'll learns how to steal and he'll learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun, he steals a car
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 in the street, with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
And the young man dies
And on a cold and grey Chicago morn'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries