Ghetto Soundwave

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 --- Ghetto Soundwave - Fishbone