The City Of Gold

The City Of Gold

The city of gold
Has a burning halo
Only the elite
Walk their gold-paved street
I've seen a line
Crossed paths with death
You never hear me criticize
But I'm constantly arrested

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With fake accusations
You putting words in my mouth
Unfair taxations
Upon me you sprout
And I never get a pay cut
You just cut the pay
Altogether
Why don't I just live in the streets
Maybe their lies will be better

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Honestly I know you won't understand
The guy with the suit and tie
Never sees the lady in rags
You are to me
A lion to a lamb

Its unfair and I know
you won't understand

I'm not middle-class
Yet I'm not poor
And the city of gold
doesn't call my name
You'll see me rise
Above my gore
Who's says violence and sin
is the same

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I beg of you
Of you I plead
The roses there never wilt and die
But you'll see me dying in the streets
Please-answer my cries

I beg of you
Of you I plead
The city of gold
Doesn't call my name
The streets in which you've sinned
Stay my home again and again

black poor people

-T'afari Steede

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