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As the snow flies.
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On a cold and grey Chicago morn' a poor little baby child is born
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In the ghetto
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And his mother cries (in the ghetto)
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'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need, it's another hungry
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mouth to feed In the ghetto
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So people won’t you understand the child needs a helping hand
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Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
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And take a look at you and me Are we too blind to see
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Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way
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While the world turns
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And a poor little boy with a runny nose plays in the streets
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While the cold wind blows in the ghetto
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and his hunger burns
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So he starts to roam the streets at night and he learns how to steal
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And he learns how to fight in the ghetto
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And then one night in desperation the young man breaks away
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He finds a gun and he steals a car and he tries to run but he doesn't get far
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And his mother cries
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As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man face down in the street
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With a gun in his hand in the ghetto
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And this young man dies
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On a cold and grey Chicago morn' another little baby child is born
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In the ghetto
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In the ghetto
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In the ghetto
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