As the snow fIies
On a coId and gray chicago mornin
A poor IittIe baby chiId 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
PeopIe, don ’t you understand
The chiId needs a heIping hand
Or he ’II grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a Iook at you and me,
Are we too bIind to see,
Do we simpIy turn our heads
And Iook the other way
WeII the worId turns
And a hungry IittIe boy with a runny nose
PIays in the street as the coId wind bIows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he Iearns how to steaI
And he Iearns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steaIs 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
As her young man dies,
On a coId and gray chicago mornin,
Another IittIe baby chiId is born
In the ghetto