On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
because if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another hungry mouth to feed
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,
or do we simply turn our heads
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
so he starts to roam the streets at night
tries to run, but he don't get far
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
And as her young man dies, (In the ghetto)
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',