As the snow fliesnOn a cold and gray Chicago mornin'nA poor little baby child is bornnIn the ghettonnAnd his mama criesn'Cause if there's one thing that she don't neednIt's another hungry mouth to feednIn the ghettonnPeople, don't you understandnThe child needs a helping handnOr he'll grow to be an angry young man some daynnTake a look at you and menAre we too blind to see,nDo we simply turn our headsnAnd look the other waynnWell the world turnsnAnd a hungry little boy with a runny nosenPlays in the street as the cold wind blowsnIn the ghettonnAnd his hunger burnsnSo he starts to roam the streets at nightnAnd he learns how to stealnAnd he learns how to fight in the ghettonnThen one night in desperationnA young man breaks awaynHe buys a gun, steals a carnTries to run, but he don't get farnAnd his mama criesnnAs a crowd gathers 'round an angry young mannFace down on the street with a gun in his handnIn the ghettonnAs her young man diesnOn a cold and gray Chicago mornin'nAnother little baby child is bornnIn the ghetto