Voices from De Ghetto

Singing Sandra

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The sun rises slowly over the hills Everywhere is golden sunlight but still Most nights with sad tales are crowded Thier days with dark clouds are shrouded They don't smile and they never will Only vultures get there fill Empty promises is what they hear No running water from year to year Hearts that know one desire That if there is a messiah Someday He'd hear their whispered prayer. Cupboard always bare and scanty Ten people in a one-bedroom shanty Forced to sell on the pavement No vacancies, no employment Can't tell firecracker from gunshot Blood does flow when things get hot Ah 'fraid to look out mih window To hear voices from the ghetto... crying [crying] ay Lord, Lord [crying] crying, voices from the ghetto crying [crying] Lord, Lord, Lord [crying] aye ay, voices from the ghetto Help us Father! Oh, Lord! Mothers does just hold their head and bawl And them woman stronger than a wall A big pusher eyeing she daughter, Son in jail for manslaughter Too bad for he, he ain't named Brad Boyce, No bail, that's the back man's choice Like Shadow say, "Poverty is Hell", She little girl child belly start to swell Some say life is a cycle But don't draw she no circle Where will it all end, only time could tell. Outside the siren keep howling, Inside your belly real growling Police raid very often, Simpson's measuring a coffin One night in bed you sleeping, Next night is a wake that you keeping So you praying to win the Lotto, Not to hear voices from the ghetto crying [crying] ay Lord, Lord [crying] crying, voices from the ghetto crying [crying] Lord, Lord, Lord [crying] aye ay, voices from the ghetto Help us Father! Oh, Lord! Mothers does just hold their head and bawl And them woman stronger than a wall A big pusher eyeing she daughter, Son in jail for manslaughter Too bad for he, he ain't named Brad Boyce, No bail, that's the back man's choice Like Shadow say, "Poverty is Hell", She little girl child belly start to swell Some say life is a cycle But don't draw she no circle Where will it all end, only time could tell. Outside the siren keep howling, Inside your belly real growling Police raid very often, Simpson's measuring a coffin One night in bed you sleeping, Next night is a wake that you keeping So you praying to win the Lotto, Not to hear voices from the ghetto... crying [crying] ay, crying, crying, crying, voices from the ghetto crying [crying] Lord, hear them pleading [crying] ay, ay, ay, voices from the ghetto Stretch forth a hand to us, Lord! We are not a forgotten people. Hear our cry. With dented pride they soldier on Revolutions' base, politicians' pawn And often their tragic story brings a journalist glory No wonder they view the world with scorn From since the day they born Some call them rebels without a cause, These social victims of unjust laws But yet they christen their heroes, "Renegades," "Desperados" Forever knocking on Heaven's doors... Hear me! Steelband music shatters the silence, Harmony to conquer the violence Big men run when cops approach, Fighting for scraps with the cockroach Young turks, their turf protecting, Almost every young girl expecting So tomorrow, beg, steal or borrow, There will be another voice from the ghetto... Lord [crying] oh, oh, oh [crying] ay, ay, voices from the ghetto Oh----- Mama [crying] Oh ----- Papa [crying] voices from the ghetto. Social amenities, Lord, Heaven knows Opportunities, well them always closed Can't get work once it white collar So if you can't stretch your dollar Is later for you, crapaud smoke yuh pipe You sure to dead from gripe Life does rape dignity and pride 'Til there's only bitterness left inside And everyday is a hustle, Arguments are settled with muscle 'Til you six feet deep by three feet wide. Children through life keep on drifting Is something they smoking or sniffing Maybe they trying to forget This life of misery and regret No one to come to their rescue Except Capleton and Buju So their boom boxes they leggo To drown out voices from the ghetto... crying [crying] yeah, Lord, lord, lord [crying] ay, ay, voices from the ghetto crying crying [crying] crying, crying [crying] crying, yeah eh, voices from the ghetto I was born and bred in the ghetto [crying] I know what I talking about, you know [crying] ay, ay, I from the ghetto crying...