Recorded live
(written a few days after the race riots in South Central Los Angeles following the second Rodney King verdict)
by the grimy window mother wipes a tear
brown horizon sun disappears
blue on the run black undone
red river rising yellow got a gun
smoke gives way to flame who's to blame
serious men with money hang your heads in shame
good lord hear me now cause I just wanna know
could this be where I belong?
sirens fill the air crowd stands round and stares
night never ends or pretends to care
a thousand bullets fly somebody's dream dies
little brother cries mother shuts her eyes
good lord hear me now cause I just wanna know
could this be where I belong?
