As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Georgia mornin
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And her mama cries
cause if theres one thing that she dont need
Its another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, dont you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or hell grow to be an old whore 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 girl with a rack that grows
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And her hunger burns
So she starts to roam the streets at night
And she learns how to spread
And she learns how to f***
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
A young girl breaks away
She buys a rack, steals a camera,
Tries to post, but she dont get far
And her mama cries
As a crowd gathers round an angry young woman
Face down on the web with a d*** in her hand
In the ghetto
As her epic thread dies,
On a cold and gray Georgia mornin,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto . . .