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As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto (in the ghetto) And his mama cries 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another little hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto (in the ghetto) Oh, people, don't you understand This child needs a helping hand Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day Now take a look at you and me Are we too blind to see Or 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 (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) Oh, 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 (In the ghetto) And his mama cries (In the ghetto) |