will you hear me if I cry
above the thunder of anger
over blasts of fear and hate
when help comes not at all or comes to late
when streets explode with fire and hearts grow with grief
when there's no relief
will you hear me cry
will you come before I die
or just try to hide
at least say you try
when word on the street is someone died
but dream on
in his eyes you'll see his smile
just for a little while
hoping the night is long
to pray that you'll stay strong
because you gotta live until you die
there isn't nobody that will try to take you before your time has come
gun shots in the night
you know it can't be right