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
  A 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
  
  As her young man dies
  On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
  Another little baby child is born
  In the ghetto