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

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

well, 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

and he learns how to steal

and he learns how to fight

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 in the street

with a gun in his hand

in the ghetto

And as her young man dies

on a cold and grey

Chicago mornin'

another little

baby child is born

in the ghetto

And his mama cries