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As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby textfield 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 ghettoPeople, don’t you understand
That textfield needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other wayWell the world turns
And a hungry little textfield with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghettoAnd 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 ghettoThen one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
Textfield buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And textfield's mama criesAs a crowd gathers ’round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghettoAs her young textfield dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby textfield is born
In the ghetto