Lyrics:

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto
People, don't you understand?
The child needs a helping hand
Or 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
You never stood in that man's shoes
Or saw things through his eyes
Or stood and watched with helpless hands
While the heart inside you dies
So help your brother along the way
No matter where he starts
For the same God that made you
Made him too
These men with broken hearts
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 a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man face down in the street
With a gun in his hand in the ghetto
And as her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto
And his mama cries
So help your brother along the way
No matter where he starts
For the same God that made you
Made him too
These men with broken hearts