Theres another cry of murder
Policeman shoot down baby brother
Shot him, shot him down in the street
But did they know the mothers 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
Cant we see all the pain and hurt
They love this land maybe more than us

Its a ghetto soundwave
Gets to me everyday
Its 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
Cant he see theres no use in lying
And dont he know all our hope is dying

Our hope is dying, our hope is dying ! hey !

Its a ghetto soundwave
Gets to me everyday
Its a ghetto soundwave
Gets to me everyday