As the Gsnow fliesG*
On a Bmcold and gray chicago mornin'
A Cpoor little baby Dchild is born
In the GghettoG*
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 Dunderstand
The child needs a Chelping Ghand
Or Che'll grow to be an Dangry young man some Gday
Take a look at Dyou and me,
Are we too Cblind to Gsee,
CDo we simply Bmturn our heads and Clook the other Dway

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

DThen one night in desperation
A Cyoung man breaks aGway
He Cbuys a gun, Bmsteals a car,
CTries to run, but he Ddon't get far

And his mama cries
G# 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
And his mama cries...