As the snow flies... On a cold and grey Chicago morning A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto And his mamma cries... 'Cos if there's one thing that she dont need It's another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto People dont you understand Or he'll gonna be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me Are we too blind to see Or 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 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 the young man breaks away He tries to run but he dont get far And his mamma cries... As a crowd gathers round an angry young man Face down in 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...