Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look [bad word] down
But they have a value you can't see...

This is my neighborhood
This is where [bad word] from
I call this place my home
You call this place a slum
You [bad word] all the people out
This what you're all about
Treat poor people just like trash
Turn around and make big cash
 [bad word]  Now you can tear a building down
 But you can't erase a memory
 These houses may look [bad word] down
 But they have a value you can't see

Last month there was a fire
I saw seven children die
You sent flowers to their family
But your sympathy's a lie
Cause every building that you burn
Is more blood money that you earn
We are forced to relocate
>From the pain that you [bad word] 
We lived here for so many years
Now this house is full of fear
For a profit you will take control
Where will all the older people go?
There used to be when kids could play
Without the scourge of [bad word] s decay
Now our kids are living dead
They crack and blow their lives away
 [bad word] 
You've got to fight
You've got a right
To fight for your neighborhood!