I feel the hat, it keeps coming down
coming down like the rain
Look at me, Ire blown away
Right away
I want to see how high is that
flag gonna fly when the storm
comes raging through
it surrounds all of us
Its no more white
no more black
no more barriers
no more traps
These streets are all the same,
but the problems are new
and the names have all changed
but the problem it still grew
and I want to fade away
There will be a quiet
after the storm

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