As the snow flies
On a cold
And gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby
Child is born
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing
That she don't need
It is another
Hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
People don't you understand
The child needs
A helping hand
Or he'll grow to be
An angry young man
Some day
Take a look
At you and me
Are we too blind to see
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
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
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 doesn't get far
And his mama cries
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
In the ghetto
And as her young man dies
In the ghetto
On a cold
And gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby
Child is born
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
Hmm ha
And his mama cries
And his mama cries
Ohh in the ghetto
In the ghetto
Ohh
And his mama cries
And his mama cries
In the ghetto
