Caught In A Ghetto - Martin Jondo

Ain’t it your foolish heart which rules your hand

Ain’t it a greedy thought to cheat a friend

Ain’t it your silent wish to be the king

Ain’t it a weak king who’s killing for money and things?

Tell me man where is your knowledge (you'll never see smoke without fire)

Tell me man where are you gone (gone and gone)

Sell your soul but when you wake up (wake up wake up)

You’ll receive a bag of scorn

You are caught in a ghetto caught in a ghetto

Caught in a ghetto of your own

So you fall in the pit, woe

Fall in the pit, woe

You’ve been digging for all the souls

And in these hard times of trouble

You will be far way from their side

And when they call the offender

There is a day which you deny

Oh man you got that money

And greedy dogs won’t ever bite

Judge I see that honey

You vow as easy as you lie

Look into your heart if you really build a cornerstone

Fighting their religion man you’re eating flesh and bone

Who’s killing for the righteous

He will never earn the throne

Sitting in a ghetto, in a ghetto of your own, bless!

We’re all depending on fire Jah love and crystal waters

This is how we express the present to all the sons and daughters

Life ain’t no prison but still the civilized is the privileged

Somebody save me and lead me to the bridge and

History is painting

A bloody vision on your flag

But your boat isn’t shaking

You’re swearing you obey your God

Man don’t you know that looks are deceiving

And tomorrow never dies

No never dies