(+) Cries on the Wind
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray
Chicago morning
A poor little
baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
Cause if there's one thing
that she don't need
It's another little hungry
mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
A child 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 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
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun
He 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 on the street
with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
And as her young man dies
On a cold and gray
Chicago morning
Another little
baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
In the ghetto