Intro: As the snow flies. On a cold and grey Chicago mornin' a poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries ( in the ghetto ) 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need, It's another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto People don't you understand The child needs a helping hand Or he'll grow up to be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me Are we too blind to see Do we just turn our heads and look the other way Well the world turns And a hungry little child with a runny nose plays in the street As the cold wind blows In the ghetto And his hunger burns 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 A young man breaks away He buys a gun steals 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 An a cold and grey Chicago mornin' another little baby child is born In the ghetto