As the snow flies

On a cold and grey Chicago morning

Another little baby child is born

In the ghetto

In the ghetto



And his mama cries

'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need

Is another hungry mouth to feed

In the ghetto

In the ghetto



People don't you understand

This child needs a helping hand

He's gonna 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



And the world turns

And a hungry little boy with the runny nose

Lays on the street as the cold wind blows

In the ghetto

In the ghetto



And his hunger burns

As he starts to roam the streets at night

And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight

In the ghetto

In the ghetto



Then one night in desperation

The 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

In the ghetto



As her young man dies (in the ghetto)

On a cold and grey Chicago mornin

Another little baby child is born

In the ghetto

In the ghetto



And his mama cries

In the ghetto

In the ghetto