As the snow flies, on a cold and grey Chicago morning a poor 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 It's another hungry mouth to feed, In the ghetto In the ghetto People don't you understand, The child needs a helping hand Or he'll grow up 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 And the world turns and a hungry little boy With a running nose plays in the street where the cold Wind blows In the ghetto. In the ghetto And his hunger burns, He starts to roam on the streets at night 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 in the street With a gun in his hand In the ghetto 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 And his mama cries In the ghetto