[Intro — whispered, crying voice] Yah…
Big
man...
Blakkciti
Music…
Ashiaman
fita
line
records...
Hmmmm…
Listen…
Before
you
count
your
money
tonight,
count
the
children
sleeping
without
a
home…
Before
you
lock
your
gate,
remember
somebody
is
outside
in
the
cold…
Hey,
politrcian...
[Verse 1] I
saw
a
little
boy
sitting
underneath
the
rain,
His
eyes
full
of
questions,
his
heart
full
of
pain.
He
looked
at
the
cars
as
they
passed
him
by,
Then
he
looked
to
the
heavens
and
asked, “
Why?”
Ei
Nyame,
meyɛ
dɛn?
Where
am
I
going
to
sleep
tonight?
Mama
said, “
Be
strong,
my
child,”
But
Mama
herself
had
nowhere
to
lie.
The
little
girl
holding
bread
with
two
hands,
Because
she
knows
tomorrow
may
bring
an
empty
land.
She
doesn't
dream
about
diamonds
or
gold,
She
dreams
of
a
room
where
she
won't
feel
cold.
[Chorus — crying choir] We
are
crying
for
love…
Oh
big
man,
can
you
hear
us?
We
are
crying
for
love…
Oh
Rich
man,
can
you
see
us?
Yɛre
su,
yɛre
su,
Our
tears
are
falling
like
rain.
Poor
children
are
calling,
Homeless
people
are
calling, “
Somebody,
please
remember
our
pain.”
[Verse 2] Rich
man,
when
you
sit
at
your
table
tonight,
And
your
children
are
eating
under
beautiful
light,
Remember
the
mother
outside
with
her
child,
Trying
to
smile
though
her
heart
is
tired.
Your
house
has
many
rooms,
But
somebody
has
no
door.
Your
cupboard
has
plenty,
Somebody
is
hungry
outside
your
door.
Wo
yɛ
onipa,
me
nso
yɛ
onipa,
You
are
human,
I
am
human.
Why
should
one
heart
have
everything,
While
another
heart
has
nothing?
[Pre-Chorus] Mepa
wo
kyɛw…
don't
look
away…
Yɛn
maame
re
su
wɔ
kwan
so.
The
mother
is
crying
on
the
roadside.
Oyiwaladɔ…
Listen
to
the
cry
of
the
people…
[Chorus] We
are
crying
for
love…
Not
just
money…
love.
Not
just
promises…
action.
Not
just
speeches…
compassion.
The
children
are
crying,
The
homeless
are
crying,
The
old
and
forgotten
are
crying.
And
the
whole
city
is
sleeping
While
somebody's
heart
is
breaking.
[Verse 3 — deeper] Politician,
when
you
stand
before
the
people,
Remember
the
eyes
you
saw
before
the
election.
Remember
the
little
hands
that
waved
at
you,
Remember
the
promises
you
gave
to
the
poor.
Don't
only
build
monuments,
Build
a
future
for
the
child.
Don't
only
paint
the
city,
Give
the
forgotten
somewhere
to
smile.
A
nation
is
not
only
buildings
and
roads,
A
nation
is
the
people
carrying
its
load.
If
one
child
is
forgotten
in
the
darkness,
Then
somewhere,
the
whole
nation
is
hurting.
[Bridge — child voice / emotional choir] Mama…
where
are
we
going?
Papa…
where
is
our
home?
Why
does
everybody
have
somewhere
to
go,
But
we
are
always
walking
alone?
[Blakkciti — soft response] My
child,
don't
lose
your
hope…
Your
tears
are
not
invisible.
Somebody
must
hear
your
voice.
Somebody
must
open
the
door.
[Verse 4 — slow, heavy reggae] Me
koma
yɛ
duru,
me
koma
yɛ
duru,
My
heart
is
heavy
tonight.
I
see
poverty
standing
at
the
corner,
And
wealth
driving
past
in
the
light.
Ga
people
say, “
Miitsɔmo,”
We
are
asking
for
kindness.
Not
because
we
are
weak,
But
because
every
human
being
deserves
dignity.
[Final Chorus — powerful choir] We
are
crying
for
love…
Love
that
can
feed
a
hungry
child.
Love
that
can
shelter
the
homeless.
Love
that
can
educate
the
forgotten.
Love
that
can
give
somebody
another
chance.
We
are
crying
for
love…
Rich
man,
remember
the
poor.
Leader,
remember
the
people.
Brother,
remember
your
brother.
Sister,
remember
your
sister.
Because
money
can
build
a
mansion,
But
only
love
can
build
a
home.
[Outro — fading, emotional] One
day…
The
little
child
will
grow…
And
maybe
he
will
ask: “
When
I
was
crying…
Who
heard
me?”
Don't
wait
for
tomorrow…
If
you
have
something
today,
share
something
today.
Yɛyɛ
nnipa
baako…
We
are
one
people…
Blakkciti…
Crying…
Crying
for
love…
Remember
Blakkciti
i
said
am
out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Crying
for
love…
Remember
Blakkciti
i
said
am
out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!