As the Snow Flies It is another hungry man to feed in the ghetto People don't you understand Your child needs a helping hand He'll grow to be an angry young man someday Take a look at you and me Are we too blind to see Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way Well the world turns And a hungry little boy with a runny nose Plays in the street as the cold 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 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 the crowd gathers round an angry young man Fades down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto And as her young man dies On a cold and grey Chicago morning Another little baby child is born in the ghetto And his mama cries