(K.Jones/D.Kahne)



There's another cry of murder

Policeman shoot down baby brother

Shot him, shot him down

In the street

But did they know the mother's grief

Were they sure they got the right one

Did they know he was her only son

A father tries to feed his family

They come here to find their opportunity

Living, living, living in the streets

With their dreams and with their humility

Can't we all see the pain and hurt

They love this land maybe more than us

There's a ghetto soundwave

Gets to me everyday

There's a ghetto soundwave

Gets to me everyday

Another bourgeois politician

Hears out pleas but does not listen

Never, never, never sees the need

But caters only to his greed

Can't he see there's no use in lying

And don't he know all our hope is dying