As the snow flies
    On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
    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

    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 [bad word] nose
    plays in the street as 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 buys a gun, steals a car,
    tries [bad word]  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,
    on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
    another little baby child is born
    In the ghetto,