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 sound wave   Gets to me everyday   There's a ghetto sound wave   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