As the snow flies

On a cold and grey chicago morning

A poor little baby child was born in a ghetto

Ghetto

And his mama cries

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

In the ghetto

The people don't you understand

That child needs a helping hand

Oh he grows to be an angry young man

Someday

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

Oh in this hunger birds

So the stars stood on the streets at night

And he learns how to steal

And he learns how to fight

And he gets old in the ghetto

Then one night in desperation

A 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 get his round

And angry young man face down on the street

With a gun in his hand

In the ghetto

In the ghetto

As her young man died

In the ghetto

On a cold and grey chicago morning

Another little baby child is born

In the ghetto

In the ghetto

Oh

And his mama cries and

His mama cries oh in the ghetto

In the ghetto

Oh and his mama cries

And his mama cries

In the ghetto