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