Street Sounds

they chant 'black lives matter' tear gas drifts protesters scatter the cops said he had a gun another mother lost a son we wage a bogus war on drugs the racist code a war on 'thugs' there's a rumble in the street stumbling home on weary feet on the other side of town we sip a drink at sundown we stop the children at the border the court already out of order too many kids who cannot read just too many mouths to feed should we care or fade away pretending that was yesterday there's a rumble in the street stumbling home on weary feet on the other side of town the sun already sinking down gang bangers driving by don't care where the bullets fly in the suburb dinners late kids on molly meet their fate a generation doomed at birth is this the legacy of earth there's a rumble in the street stumbling home on weary feet on the other side of town drink the shame and wash it down young men cannot find a job angry voices in a mob will we ever heed the cry how many souls may have to die and when will all at last embrace one heart one voice one human race hear the rumble in the street stumbling home on weary feet on the hopeless side of town lock the door or burn it down