Confined to the city of our crime…

We’re inventing of a memory…

Of a better time…

 

Where dollar or two buys the time…

All the time…

Away from our crime….

 

But streets are gettn’ wider…

And their rivers of children smarter and smarter…

 

Dream on…don’t wake up…

 

We paint the streets the color of our illusion…

Whatever we dream of…

Sold as a delusion…

 

Crime’s got a new face…

A thinking tribe…

Without a holy place…

 

Dream on…don’t wake up…

 

And remember your face…

For…

Somehow…

Somewhere…

Someday…

 

We’ll invent a memory…

 Of a selfless face…

Without a crime to burden it’s dream…

It’ll dream of a city without a sin…

 

And teach us all…

To see…

 

An open mind…

And a smiling face…

 

Of a self race…

Oh…aaaahhhhh…

Selfless race…

 

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