As the snow flies on a cold and grey Chicago morning 
a poor little baby child is born in the ghetto and his mama cries.
’cause if there’s one thing that she doesn’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
Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way.

Well, the world turns and a hungry little boy with the running nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto and his hunger burns, 
So he starts to roam in 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, he don’t get far and his mama cries
As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man, face down in the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto, and as the young man dies, 
On a cold and grey Chicago morning
Another little baby child is born and his mama cries.