Intro:
As the snow flies.
On a cold and grey Chicago morn'
another liitle baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mother cries
(in the ghetto)
'Cause if there's one thing that
she don't need, it's another little hungry
mouth to feed
In the ghetto
Now people don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or 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
Or do we just turn our heads
And look the other way
As the world turns
And a hungry little child
with a runny nose plays in the streets
As the cold wind blows
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
And then one night in desperation
young man breaks away
He buys a gun steals a car tries to run
But he don't get far
And his mother cries
As a crowd gathers 'round
An angry young man face down in the street
with a gun in his hand
as her young man dies
on a cold and grey Chicago morn'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries