On a cold and grey Chicago morning
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto
Because if there's one thing
Is another hungry mouth to
People don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
He'll grow to be an angry
Take a look at you and me,
Do we simply turn our heads
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
as the cold wind blows in the ghetto
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 a wing
He buys a gun, steals a car, tries to run,
As the crowd gathers round,
with a gun in his hand in the ghetto
And as her young man died
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is
People, don't you understand
A child needs a helping hand
He'll grow to be an angry
Now take a look at you and me
Do we simply turn our heads
In the ghetto, in the ghetto,
