Lyrics:
wind, fresh fire, fresh wind, fresh fire
We are a city on a hill that cannot be hidden, We are a city on a hill that cannot be hidden
Wit a, fresh wind
of Dorchester
A real community not idle zip codes
In defense of Dorchester
I forged a life on these streets and city roads
This is who I am
This is where
exclaim
People
Beauty is the Largest Obstacle to Obsess
Decorate the Sergeant, Community Resistance In Progress
Pull out game strong like the Waco
more drugs than the nurses at Grady (nurses at Grady)
Worst come to worst I'ma sell Nancy Reagan (sell Nancy Reagan)
Woke up today, I community gated
smith-pierre in refuge, laid in ashes, on rush
street, in the cold, specific savannah of ladbroke
grove or weeksville or bondy. can't you hear them
holding
in chorus:]
Oh, they are!
[Peter:]
Suddenly a wind arose
behind me pushing me ahead...
Something cold came running down my face
Deep down I
The panorama of the city is wrong
In fact the city seems to be gone!
Burning rubber and smoke in my eyes
There's a flat burning junkheap
For
Lookin' outta my windowpane
Tears minglin' with the rain
I'm so lonesome I could cry, just like old Hank
Starin' down on the city street
Feelin'
Family oriented but still keeping it litty
A whole So Sick Community done spread through the city
When you riding on 2 make sure you chuck us the deuce
My hometown likes T but fuck T (fuck T, fuck T)
Bruce Grove youth club was the best, always givin' up with fuckery, yo
Me and bro went halves
and I need to tend the grove
You and I need to find new winds so the sails can blow
You and I can take the pains to know
You and I can take the flame
Lands shift and cities sink
Sandcastles prove atomic laws
That we're all made of the same stuff
Cut from that same cloth of cosmic undoing
with my friends
Slippin', new shops goin' in the block is different
My guap is missin' and, im listenin' to the wind
Restaurants for high rollers, I'm
my knees
Forests and trees
Cities and streets
Between 57th or grove street
The desert sun or the mountain peaks
I know there's a place for me
I know
hardly an acceptably good way to live
The winds without warning changed and came in from the east
The podium till morning stood there chained unto
It was ninety miles to freedom but they took the risk
Though the ocean was all motion and the wind was brisk
The deadly gunboats never saw them in
to teleprompter
Wild blue yonder, blue in the face, angel
Blew into the bugles in lieu of the euthanasia
Usually the shooter community chew the corpse
But I see
Back through open fields
And streams you never saw
To stony city haze
And back through the thaw
To the place where the roads don't reach
Beyond
physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for
the song on the radio that we listen to. a broken fence, a hidden grove. the city simmers down below. we let the sunlight lick our skin. and like this never
angel
Blew into the bugle in lieu of
The euthanasia
Usually the shooter community chew
The corpse but I
See the wolves have already gotten
To you
L.A. like to kick it like karate?
Don't I be with J-money serving everybody?
Ain't we up in magic city throwing up the broccoli?
Ain't me and Tip taking
Yung L.A. like to kick it like karate?
Don't I be with J-money serving everybody?
Ain't we up in magic city throwing up the broccoli?
Ain't me
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
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