( Mac Scott Davis Cover). As the snow flies. On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'. Another little baby child is born. In the ghetto. And his mama cries. 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need. It's another hungry mouth to feed. In the ghetto. Oh well People don't you understand. The child needs a helping hand. O-or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day. Oh people look at you and me. Are we too blind to see. Do we simply turn our heads. And look the other way. As the world turns. And a hungry little boy with a runny nose. Plays in the street as the cold wind blows. In the ghetto (in the ghetto). And his hunger burns. So he starts to roam the streets at night. Where he learns how to steal. And he learns how to fight. In the ghetto. Oh People don't you understand. This child needs a helping hand. O-or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day. People look at you and me. Are we too blind to see. Do we simply turn our heads. And look the other way. As the world turns. Then one night in desperation. A 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 (In the ghetto). As her young man dies. On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'. Another little baby child is born.