Somebody's Jail

Just walking along, shopping for food
 Stepping out of the line of fire when people are rude
 Cheap stuff made in China, someone calls it a sale
 Somebody's mama, somebody's daughter
 Somebody's jail
 Beat down in the market, stoned to death in the plaza
 Raped on the hillside under the gun from LA to Gaza
 A house made of cardboard living close to the rail
 Somebody's mama, somebody's daughter
 Somebody's jail
 And I feel the witch in my veins
 I feel the mother in my shoe
 I feel the scream in my soul
 The blood as I sing the ancient blue
 They burned in the millions
 I still smell the fire in my grandma's hair
 The war against women rages on
 Beware of the fairytale
 Somebody's mama, somebody's daughter
 Somebody's jail
 The noise of elections, the promise of change
 A grabbing of power at the top, a day at the rifle range
 Somebody's in danger, somebody's for sale
 Somebody's mama, somebody's daughter
 Somebody's jail
 It's not on a map
 The weight of the world on somebody's back
 It's the clothes that I wear, it's the food that I eat
 It's the women and the children living out on the street
 It's the war at the border, the refugee camp
 It's the child bride doomed to walk the ramp
 It's the boot in the stomach, the slap in the face
 It's the death that is handed out simply by race
 Rape by the soldiers, abduction of sons
 It's nuclear threat, the fascination with guns
 Looks at the office, the danger at night
 The one you call darling coming home for a fight
 It's the AIDS with no borders, it's the African teen
 It's the women all over simply going unseen
 It's the arrogant posture, the man on the moon
 It's the dying of need before the promise of soon
 It's the millions who go without food and water
 It's somebody's mother, somebody's daughter