Lyrics
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
A poor 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
This child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry man someday
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see?
Or do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way?
Well, the world turns
And a hungry 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
He learns to steal, he learns to fight
In the ghetto
And then one night in desperation
This young man breaks the rules
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 man
Facedown with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
Another baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries