Father to Son
A single mother
Struggles hard
Her child's neglected
In her own backyard
An absent father
The TV's on
A little reminder
That hope is gone
At Christmas time
There will be no tree
Just empty eyes
And a church meal free
Boy to father
Father to son
In the same apartment
Life goes on
A generation
Passes by
And no one seems to understand
The reason why
A new election
And no one votes
'Cause bullets fly
On the way to the polls
Sister's wearing a long sleeve shirt
You can bet she's got a story to tell
A bed in the kitchen
A lock on the fridge
You know it's a living hell
At Christmas time there will be no tree
Just empty eyes
And a church meal free
How many people have to die before
We open up our eyes and see what's going on
When are we gonna break the chains and bring equality
To people who don't have it all