VerseAs The Snow Flies On A Cold And Gray Chicago Mornin'A Poor Little Baby Child Is BornIn The Ghetto And His Mama Cries 'Cause If There's One Thing That She Don't Need It'sAnother Hungry Mouth To Feed In The Ghetto People,Don't You Understand The ChildVerse 2Needs A Helping Hand Or He'll Grow To Be An Angry Young Man Some DayTake A Look At You And Me, Are We Too Blind To See,Do We Simply Turn Our Heads AndLook The Other WayVerse 3Well The World Turns And A Hungry Little Boy With A Runny Nose Plays In The Street AsThe Cold Wind Blows In The GhettoAnd His Hunger Burns So He Starts To Roam The StreetsAt Night And He Learns How To Steal And He Learns How To Fight In The GhettoVerse 4Then One Night In Desperation A Young Man Breaks AwayHe Buys A Gun, Steals A Car,Tries To Run, But He Don't Get Far And His Mama CriesOutroAs A Crowd Gathers 'Round An Angry Young Man Face Down On The Street With A Gun InHis Hand In The Ghetto
