As the
snow flies
On a cold and grey Chicago morning
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto
And his mama cries
Because if there's one thing
that she don't need
Is another hungry mouth to
feed in the ghetto
People don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
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 streets
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
The young man breaks a wing
He buys a gun, steals a car, tries to run,
but he don't get far,
and his mama cries
As the crowd gathers round,
an angry young man face
down on the street
with a gun in his hand in the ghetto
And as her young man died
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is
born in the ghetto
People, don't you understand
A child needs a helping hand
He'll grow to be an angry
young man someday
Now take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way?
In the ghetto, in the ghetto,