It's the Snowflake
On a cold and grey Chicago morning
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto, in the ghetto
And his momma cries
Because if there's one thing
that she don't need
It's an other hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto, in the ghetto
People don't you understand
This child needs a helping hand
And he's gonna be an angry
young man someday
Take a look at you and me
We're too blind to see
But do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way?
And the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Lays on the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto, in the ghetto
An d his hunger burns
And as he starts to roam
the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
He learns how to fight in the ghetto
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 don't get far
And his mom cries
As a crowd gathers round,
an angry young man fits down on the
street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto, in the ghetto
As her young man dies, in the ghetto
On a cold and grey Chicago morning,
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto, in the ghetto
And his mother cries,
in the ghetto
I've never felt so...