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As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago morning, a poor little baby child is born in the ghetto.
And his mama cries, because if there's one thing that she don't need, it's another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto.
People, don't you understand? The child needs a helping hand, or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day.
Take a look at you and me, are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
Well the world turns, and a hungry little boy, with a runny nose, plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto.
And his hunger burns, so he starts to roam the streets at night.
And he learns how to steal, he learns how to fight in the ghetto.
Then one night in desperation, a young man breaks away.
He buys a gun, steals a car, tries to run, but he doesn't get far.
And his mama cries, as a crowd gathers around an angry young man, face down in the street with a gun in his hand.
In the ghetto.
As her young man dies, on a cold and grey Chicago morning, another little baby child is born in the ghetto.
And his mama cries
And his mama cries, because if there's one thing that she don't need, it's another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto.
Take a look at you and me, are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
And his hunger burns, so he starts to roam the streets at night.
And he learns how to steal, he learns how to fight in the ghetto.
He buys a gun, steals a car, tries to run, but he doesn't get far.
And his mama cries, as a crowd gathers around an angry young man, face down in the street with a gun in his hand.
In the ghetto.
As her young man dies, on a cold and grey Chicago morning, another little baby child is born in the ghetto.
And his mama cries
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I would prefer if you told me who you are though
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