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 As the snow flies

 On a cold and grey Chicago morning

 A poor little baby child 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

 So people won'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 poor little boy with a runny nose

Plays in the street where the cold wind blows

 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

Then one night in desperation

 A young man breaks away

 He finds a gun, and he steals a car

 And he tries to run, but he doesn'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

 And as her young man dies

 On a cold and grey Chicago morning

 Another little baby child is born

 In the ghetto

 In the ghetto

 In the ghetto.