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As the snow flies. On a cold and Gray Chicago morning, a poor little baby child is born in the ghetto. That is your momma. Go to there's one thing she don't need is another one. People don't understand your child. You gonna be an angry young man? I take a look at you and me. Are we too? Do we simply turn out? Well, the world turns. And a hungry little boy with a runny nose plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the game. And his hungry bird.