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This neighborhood is blighted |
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That's what the people say |
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Half the buildings are abandoned |
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And everything is grey |
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Half the kids have asthma |
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'Cause of the sewage plants nearby |
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And the mayor doesn't seem to care |
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If we live or die |
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That's the situation |
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Now let me take you to the part |
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The center of this neighborhood |
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What you could call the heart |
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A vacant lot of broken glass |
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For years that's what it's been |
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But the neighbors got together |
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Said this is where we will begin |
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We'll dig this dirt |
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Plant a seed |
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Push aside the concrete |
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So the earth beneath is freed |
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We will plant a garden |
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Grow some food to eat |
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And the sunflowers looking to the sky |
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Say we reclaim this street |
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In one day we had accomplished |
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What the mayor always said |
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He was trying to bring us |
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Through his clubs upon our heads |
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The neighborhood is clean |
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The dealers gone away |
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We had good food to eat |
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A place for the kids to play |
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Twice the city came here |
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Said this is not our land |
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Twice the cops destroyed it |
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All the work of our own hands |
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Uprooted plants and broken tools |
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Lay scattered all around |
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But the next day the only thing you could see |
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Was fingers in the ground |
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