As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago morn   A poor little baby child is born in the Ghetto and his mama cries   Cause there's one thing that she don't need   Is another hungry mouth to feed in the Ghetto   People don't you understand child needs a helping hand   He'll grow to be an angry young man someday   Take a look at you and me are we too blind to see   Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way while the world turns      And a hungry little boy with a running nose   Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows in the Ghetto and his hunger burns    So he starts to roam the streets of 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 and the angry young man   Paces down the street with a gun in his hand in the Ghetto and as her young man dies   On a cold and gray Chicago morn another little baby child is born in the Ghetto   People don't you understand...   (In the Ghetto in the Ghetto in the Ghetto in the Ghetto)