As the snow flies,
On a cold and grey Chicago morn,
A poor little baby child is born
In the Ghetto.
... and his Momma cries.
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need,
It's another hungry mouth to feed ...
In the Ghetto.
And people don't you understand,
The child needs a helping hand.
Or he'll grow to be an angry young 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 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 Momma cries.
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down in the street, with a gun in his hand
In the Ghetto ...
As her young man dies.
On a cold and grey Chicago morn,
Another little baby child is born
In the Ghetto ...
And as his Momma cries...
