Capo 1
Intro
| As the snow flies |
| On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' |
| 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 |
| 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 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 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 |
| And as her young man dies, |
| On a cold and gray Chicago mornin', |
| Another little baby child is born |
| In the ghetto |
| And his mama cries |