As the snow flies
On a _________ and _________ Chicago morning
A _________ _________ _________ child is born
In the ghetto.
And his mama cries
‘Cause if there’s one thing she doesn’t need
It’s another _________ mouth to feed
In the ghetto.
Ah, people don’t you understand
A child needs your _________ hand;
He’s going to be an _________ young man some day
Oh, take a look at you and me,
Are we too _________ to see?
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way?
Well the world turns
And a _________ little boy with a _________ nose
Plays in the street and the _________ 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 _________ man breaks away.
He buys a gun and steals a car;
He tries to run but he doesn’t get far,
And his mama cries
As the crowd gathers round an _________ _________ man,
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto.
And as a _________ man dies
On a _________ and _________ Chicago morning,
Another _________ _________ child is born
In the ghetto.
And his mama cries
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