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As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little nigger child is born
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
and his mama cries
Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another nigger mouth to feed
in the ghetto (in the ghetto)

People don't you understand
the nigger child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young nigger man some day
take a look at any nigger
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 nigger boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto (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 old-age pensioners
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)

Then one might in desperation
a young nigger 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 nigger man
face down in the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)

As her young nigger dies
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
another little nigger child is born
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And his mama cries

In the ghetto
In the ghetto.

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