[Kätzchen]

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, you don't understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or hell, 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
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, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries...

As the crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto.

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto.

~ Mac Davis