As the snow flies

Well on a cold and gray chicago morning

Another hungry baby child is born

in the ghetto

And his mother cries

Because if there's one thing

that she don't need

It's another hungry baby's mouth to feed

In the ghetto

Oh well people don't you understand

This child needs a helping hand

Or he'll grow to be an angry

young man someday

Oh people look at you and me

Why are we too blind to see

Do we simply turn our heads

and look the other way

As the world turns

A hungry little boy with a runny nose

He plays in the streets

as the cold one blows

In the ghetto

And as his hunger burns

So he starts to roam the streets at night

Where he learns how to steal

and he learns how to fight

In the ghetto

Oh well people don't you understand

This child needs a helping hand

Or he'll grow to be an angry

young man someday

Oh people look at you and me

Why are we too blind to see

Do we simply turn our heads

and look the other way

As the world turns

Then One night in. desperation

The young man breaks away

Buys a gun, steals a car

Tries to run but he don't get far

And his mother cries

As a crowd Gathers around

An angry young man

face down in the street

With a gun in his hand

In the ghetto

And as a young man dies

On a cold and gray chicago morning

Another hunger baby child is born

In the ghetto

In the ghetto

In the ghetto.