There must have been about a thousand pounds Of housing found Drowning in the flood The sound of trusted men are counting down the hour Frowns the sun Around the pounding of the blades The helicopters made Be it a bomb or promenade see it the momas wana save Then drop upon us on the shades The fear of honesty a tear for harmony Alarming me a Honda beeps the lottery I'm joking like they on to me Cars play the martyr Broken windows say I'm starving But the bars say don't bother And I'm hollering this words reciting Sara Conner With the calling of the birds on bikes Americana's Feeding night its marijuana they light it on the corner With a sidekick and a quarter For the phone and further orders Could have grown before it caught up In the home were he was brought up Shot till he dropped dormant Then his property got bought up Yo there's metal in the streets For every body they reported Heard the devil in their sleep Say they were properly deported See the world won't change If the people don't move No we can't hide our faces You know we got a life to use And they saying that it just can't happen But they lack the heart to see Oh we putting words to action Oh it all starts with me Love is all we need Is all we need Waiting for somebody to lead you Well stand up on your own two feet Love is all we need Is all we need And no I don't need no body To remind me that I'm free And now my neighbor's free basting On the stairs where we live Should I wait for these Freemasons To take care of these kids I hear their conversation they the center of a nation Replacing renters with owners is known as gentrification Thee incentive is only for lenders their vindication Got more members for bartenders Then mentors in education While the vendors selling they own clothes I stop and listen Couldn't tell if it was self- imposed To spot a victim without a pot to piss in Or without the thought to get one It's hard knocks living when the parking lots a sit-com And you carve a box to sit on On a block where rocks are given On a block where cops are hidden On the chopping block of sinning Stop the clock for a minute, I breath And drop my mop as a tenant, I leave The discoverer inquisitor to humble the path I'm just another visitor on Columbia Ave See the world won't change If the people don't move No we can't hide our faces You know we got a life to use And they saying that it just can't happen But they lack the heart to see Oh we putting words to action Oh it all starts with me Love is all we need Is all we need Waiting for somebody to lead you Well stand up on your own two feet Love is all we need Is all we need And no I don't need no body To remind me that I'm free