I wake up and look out the window, what a heavy
heavy picture I see, a man carrying a child dripping
her blood in the dirty street

Pain and sorrow assaults my heart in this stealing life
morning. Mercy Lord, where we? re going to stop the
way things are going?

Help, help and cries of despair is all I hear, my child
was playing around before being hit, said his mother
crying out loud, no, no, no, I can? t believe

Living in the ghetto, struggling to survive, surviving
to struggle

Help, help and cries of despair is all I hear, this child
was playing around before being hit. It? s another day
in ghetto? s life. A stray bullet came and took her life

Another precious life is going away, story is repeated
again and again