Freefall of a rhythm nation losing the patriotic beat.
Reconnaissance detects
Invisible waterfalls of tears
Sweeping off success
From a ghetto neighborhood that anxiously awaits
Gentrification.
Observation confirms the
Rhythm Nation Hypothesis:
If we put them together they thrive, but take them apart and they
Tank like the dreams of the man with repossession screams
Echoing through city streets
From a 2x2 lot evicted through a plot to take over
One imminent domain at a time.
I don't know what I'd call this kind of war.
Shut down the streets
Turn us off, turn us loose
And snap one for posterity
'Cause we don't know if we'll be here
Another year.
Most of us are nomads
Of the concrete-sanctioned
Emancipated
Rhythm Nation. |
Submission Name: Rhythm Nation
