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 see all the pain and hurt They love this land maybe more than us
It's a ghetto soundwave Gets to me everyday It's a ghetto soundwave Gets to me everyday
Another bourgeois politician Hears our 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
Our hope is dying, our hope is dying ! Hey !
It's a ghetto soundwave Gets to me everyday It's a ghetto soundwave Gets to me everyday
