This City Is Our Land
The cities buildings get taller and taller
City apartments get smaller and smaller
Steel legs and arms make monsters named scaffolds
Destroying the dated to build up new rentals
What once was five floors has now become ten
How long will this take or never will this end
Before I was woken by the singing of sparrows
Now vulgarity from a nasty young fellow
Giant green dumpsters line our streets
With rusty stoves and sinks that once leaked
My neighbors now scattered amongst the rats
Pushed out by investors who hold guns to our bats
Mother father sisters and bothers
Our city has-fallen in the hands of the others
Brace one another hold tight your hands
Always remember this city is our land
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