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As the snow flies
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On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
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a poor little baby child is born
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In the ghetto
And his mama cries
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cause if there's one thing that she don't need
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It's another hungry mouth to feed
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In the ghetto
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People, don't you understand
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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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Take a look at you and me,
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Are we too blind to see,
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Do we simply turn our heads
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And look the other way?
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Well the world turns
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And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
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Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
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In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
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So he starts to roam the streets at night
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And he learns how to steal
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And he learns how to fight
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In the ghetto
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Then one night in desperation
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a young man breaks away
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He buys a gun, steals a car,
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Tries to run, but he don't get far
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And his mama cries
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As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
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Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
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In the ghetto
As her young man dies
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On a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
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Another little baby child is born
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In the ghetto
And his mama cries
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