AAsus4A As the Asnow fliesAAsus4A On a Acold and gray ChiC#mcago mornin' A Dpoor little baby Echild is born In the Aghetto And his mama cries cause if Athere's one thing that C#mshe don't need It's aDnother hungry Emouth to feed In the Aghetto AAsus4A People, don't you Eunderstand The child needs a Dhelping Ahand Or Dhe'll grow to be an Eangry young man some Aday Take a look at Eyou and me, Are we too Dblind to Asee, DDo we simply Aturn our heads And Dlook the other Eway? Well the Aworld turnsAAsus4A And a Ahungry little boy with a C#mrunny nose DPlays in the street as the Ecold wind blows In the Aghetto And his hunger burnsAAsus4A So he Astarts to roam the C#mstreets at night And he Dlearns how to steal And he Elearns how to fight In the AghettoAAsus4A EThen one night in desperation A Dyoung man breaks aAway He Dbuys a gun, Asteals a car, DTries to run, but he Edon't get far And his Amama cries As a Acrowd gathers 'round an angry young man Face Ddown on the street with a Egun in his hand In the Aghetto As her young man diesAAsus4A On a A
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