As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago morning
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)

People, don't you understand
A 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?
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way?

As 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 ghеtto)

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And hе learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, He steals a car
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)

And as her young man dies (In the ghetto)
On a cold and gray Chicago morning
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)

And her mama cries (In the ghetto)
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)