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As the snow flies

On a cold and grey Chicago morn

A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto

And his mama cries

Cause there's one thing that she don't need

Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

(...)

Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun and steals a car
He tries to run but he don't get far

And his mama cries
A crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto

And as her young man dies
On a cold and grey Chicago morn
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto