Lyrics Michael McDonald

Michael McDonald

Homeboy

He was born on the roadside

Where hopelessness breeds

Where pride is hard to come by

And violence fills a need

Lord, 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 fool

Homeboy 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

A child on a corner, instrument of greed

Seduced without knowing the harsh reality

Lord, 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 lose

Homeboy 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 found

Lord, 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 lose

Homeboy 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