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