Disparo Al Aire

Anger bay bay bay the gunshots ring in the air
Anger bum bum bum and the streets full of blood
Anger bay bay bay the gunshots ring in the air
Anger bum bum bum and the streets

Anger bay bay bay the gunshots ring in the air
Anger bum bum bum and the streets full of blood

Yesterday I dreamt that the gunshots were from dreams
That the bullets were not missed
That my friends were no longer dead
That they had come back to sing with me
That the blood was no longer spilled
People were not buried by violence
Music was the language spoken
In my dreams, children did not mistreat

Anger bay bay bay the gunshots ring in the air
Anger bum bum bum and the streets full of blood

But in the end, I woke up
Sadly I observed that the world was still upside down
Blood kept running through the streets
And the hope I felt for a second was gone

And bam bam in seconds they go away and lives will not shine again
Children will cry
Death will continue
While in the ghetto we dream of times of peace

Anger bay bay bay the gunshots ring in the air
Anger bum bum bum and the streets full of blood

I dream that my dreams come true
That the war cries become cries of freedom
To play music as a weapon of peace
That the notes of a piano be the bullets of brotherhood
The strings of a guitar be the tick tick toc
That in my neighborhood only a drum produces the rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat-paratam

Anger bay bay bay the gunshots ring in the air
Anger bum bum bum and the streets full of blood