I Cry For Detroit, I Cry
Once beautiful and strong(Detroit), but she's no longer around,
the grass is dry, no green in this town...
What happen to her beauty, why did she die,
I Cry for Detroit, I cry ....
Bullets are flying, mothers praying not my child,
At the funeral home it must be filed....
Kevin, James, Amire, Justine, Paul,
Someone killed them all....
Detroit streets takes them all, she does not lie,
That is why I cry for Detroit, I cry...
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