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As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
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 hungry mouth to feed, in the ghetto
People, don't you understand, this child needs a helping hand,
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day.
Now take a look at you and me
are we too blind to see, or 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
and he learns how to fight,
in the ghetto.
Then one night in desperation,
the young man breaks away.
He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run, but he don't get far.
And his mama cries.
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand,
in the ghetto.
And as her young man dies on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
another little baby child is born, in the ghetto.
And his mama cries.
Inte mycket av det jag tänkt mig göra blev gjort idag inte, men mycket annat blev gjort, vilket kändes så mycket värdefullare och skönare såhär i efterhand. Tror jag. Nu blir det fika och teve med mamma, bästa medicinen mot sura flickor det, en mamma och lite fika.
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 hungry mouth to feed, in the ghetto
People, don't you understand, this child needs a helping hand,
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day.
Now take a look at you and me
are we too blind to see, or 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
and he learns how to fight,
in the ghetto.
Then one night in desperation,
the young man breaks away.
He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run, but he don't get far.
And his mama cries.
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand,
in the ghetto.
And as her young man dies on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
another little baby child is born, in the ghetto.
And his mama cries.
Inte mycket av det jag tänkt mig göra blev gjort idag inte, men mycket annat blev gjort, vilket kändes så mycket värdefullare och skönare såhär i efterhand. Tror jag. Nu blir det fika och teve med mamma, bästa medicinen mot sura flickor det, en mamma och lite fika.
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