The Streets of Detroit
Walking through these streets I think of Our flag, those beautiful white stars waving back and forth,
Flowing with the wind, those stripes of...
A Nat whispers in my ear and I swat it away.
What colors are the stripes?
I pass by the Park where they took their last breath,
the fence never looked so high.
I remember that day, the streets of Detroit bleeding Red,
what would he say?
The Truth spoke and now my brothers, gone. forever.
I refused to listen.
The King calls out "I have A dream"
I guess he'll just have to keep dreaming.
The flag turns blank, we surrender.
These streets are no streets of freedom
The Marshall has layed down the law.