(V. Reid, Addition lyrics by T. Morris)
|
|
Now you can tear a building down
|
But you can't erase a memory
|
These houses may look all run down
|
But they have a value you can't see...
|
|
This is my neighborhood
|
This is where I come from
|
I call this place my home
|
You call this place a slum
|
You wanna run all the people out
|
This what you're all about
|
Treat poor people just like trash
|
Turn around and make big cash
|
|
CHORUS: Now you can tear a building down
|
But you can't erase a memory
|
These houses may look all run down
|
But they have a value you can't see
|
|
Last month there was a fire
|
I saw seven children die
|
You sent flowers to their family
|
But your sympathy's a lie
|
Cause every building that you burn
|
Is more blood money that you earn
|
We are forced to relocate
|
>From the pain that you create
|
|
CHORUS
|
|
We lived here for so many years
|
Now this house is full of fear
|
For a profit you will take control
|
Where will all the older people go?
|
There used to be when kids could play
|
Without the scourge of drug's decay
|
Now our kids are living dead
|
They crack and blow their lives away
|
|
CHORUS
|
|
You've got to fight
|
You've got a right
|
To fight for your neighborhood!
|
|
-----------------
|
Open Letter (To a Landlord)
|
Living Colour |