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If these four roads could talk, they'd tell of the walls
enclosing this block. Or of the struggle that calls
but
the door is locked. So we live on the streets,
our dreams outlined in chalk. Theres too many feet
sweeping the sidewalk...
Around my way, all the corners filled with stories
and all the streets can hardly read, around my way.
You
learn to live without, with atleast a leaking roof
but no food in the house. Wellfare is showing proof
they dont want
us to shout. Denying concrete truth
and what the ghetto's about. It affects the youth
opens their eyes to doubt...
Around
my way, all the corners filled with horror
and all the streets turn in shame, around my way.
Yet we still say we'll
make it, to find a way to rise
above the blind hatred. Asking God, glancing at the skies
heres my life, just take it.
He hears our sacred cries
So we wont be forsaken. Listen to the wise reverend
As adversity dies and hope is resurrected...
Around
my way, all the corners filled with mourners
and all the streets kneel to pray, around my way...
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