Strophe)

As the snow flies 

on a cold and grey chicago mornin´

A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto 

And his mama cries 

´cause it there´s one thing that she don´t need 

It´s another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto 

Bridge) 

People don´t you understand 

The child needs a helping hand 

Or he´ll grow to be an angsy 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 

Strophe) 

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 

Bridge) 

Then one night in desperation 

Y young man breaks away 

He buys a gun steals a car 

Tries to run but he don´t get far 

Strophe) 

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 grey chicago mornin´

Another little baby child is born in the ghetto 

And his mama cries 

On a cold and grey chicago mornin

Another little baby child is born in the ghetto 

On a cold and grey chicago mornin

Another little baby child is born in the ghetto