He was born on the roadside
Where hopelessness breeds
Where pride is hard to come by
And violence fills a needLord, what will the answer be?
Lookin' from his point of view
'Cause here on these desperate streets
Better a short lived legend
Then a long life played for a foolHomeboy wants to rule the hot town
But the innocent will fall
Santa Ana blows across the killin' ground
Sweeps away what mercy is left to be foundA child on a corner, instrument of greed
Seduced without knowing the harsh realityLord, what will the answer be?
Is there nothing we can do?
To save him on these desperate streets
Better a long life of tryin'
Than a short life playin' to loseHomeboy wants to rule the hot town
But the innocent will fall
Santa Ana blows across the killin' ground
Sweeps away what mercy is left to be found
Nowhere, nowhere to be foundLord, what will the answer be?
Is there nothing You can do?
To save us on these desperate streets
Better a long life of tryin'
Than a shorter life playin' to loseHomeboy wants to rule the hot town
But the innocent will fall
Well, Santa Ana blows across the killin' ground
Sweeps away what mercy is left to be found
Nowhere, nowhere to be found, nowhere