State Of Grace (Dedicated To Martin Richard)
[Intro: President Obama]
A poet once wrote that this town is "not just a capital
"Not just a place." Boston he said, "is the perfect state of grace."
Hook: Natural and [April Stanford]
I'm searching for the words right now
But I don't know what to say
People all around me
We just tryna find our way
Leave the door open
You can count on me
It will be ok
Nights get cold & streets get quiet
Together we'll stay
And I don't know much but, I know I love this place
This ain't my home, it's a state of grace
[Verse 1: Natural]
Sun rose on a new day
Aftermath, with no words to say
Woke up praying for a nightmare
With all the questions asked, how we living this way?
Sidewalks I've walked on
Establishments I've frequented
Good friends we've made along the way
Yes we've seen to this
From barefeet, to beer cans
Bare knuckle boxing with our barehands
Same ones that built this place
Our age old friends, and never just one man
Teenagers reppin' our neighborhoods
Maturity to the greater good
Clarity over salary
Never needed heroes
Knowing our neighbors would
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[Hook]
Tear drops from yesterday
Out of chaos shows us the best of ways
I'm just trying to get my head around it
Flirt with answers, when you think you've found it?
Cla**rooms we've learned in
Parishes we've stood by
Good friends we've lost along the way
Shared our goodbyes
There's a breakdown but I'm trying
Feel your world end, just like the mayans
Thank god for the people that ride with me
Friends more like family camaraderie
Swear to god they've done more for me
Swear to god this city means more to me
A Sense of pride, that is the core of me
Home, where currency is loyalty
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[President Obama: Outro]
No more hurting people. Peace