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...
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 the runny nose
Plays in the street
As a 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 on the street
With a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
And as her young man dies...
On a cold and grey Chicago morning
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto
And his mama cries...

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