On a cold and grey Chicago morning,
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto.
And his momma cries.
Cos if there’s one thing that she don’t need it’s another hungry mouth to
feed,
In the ghetto.
People don’t you understand?
The child needs a helping hand.
He’s gonna be an angry young man some day.
Now take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see?
Still we simply turn our heads and look the other way,
As the snow falls…
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose plays down in the snow 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.
Then one night in desperation the young man breaks away,
He steals a car gets a gun,
Tries to run but he don’t get far,
And his momma cries.
And as the crowd gathers ’round the angry young man,
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand,
In the ghetto.
And the young man dies.
On a cold and grey Chicago morning a poor little baby child is born in the
ghetto,
And his momma cries….