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As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto
And his momma cries
Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto
People can't you understand the 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
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 at night
And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto
And then one night in desperation the young man breaks away
And he buys a gun and he steals a car tries to run but don't get far
And his momma cries
As a crowd gathers round an angry young man
Paces down the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto
And the young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
Another little baby child is born in the Ghetto
And his momma cries
(moins de barrés)