Second time around the shit gets iller

Livin in a world full of filler

Few are true - the rest are killers

Arsonistic - Burnin down the old way, buildin up a new day

Optimistic - But I'm full of nihilistic blood

I never needed love 'cause for the place I live I feel enough

Just try and make a march on my home

You'll find me chained to the building quite unwilling

Where would we go?

I think it's safe to say that I don't know

'Cause someday we'll be going home to find we don't have any home at all

Any day they'll section off our block with riot gear and come evict us all

Today - the Lower East Side is yuppified with fat cats and their poor folk hide

Someday maybe we will re-emerge from East River a turning tide

And avenue by avenue we'll take back everything we knew

The gardens, the squats, and all our share

We'll even take back Tompkins Square

I've got something of a problem with the nation

It's called gentrification

Marching to our heighborhood to lock us in the station

How many blessings can I count? There are too many to amount

But deep in suburbia men are being trained to come into my neighborhood &

Take over the Avenue

The brutal truth of it all is that the brute dollar strength will be our fall

Tanks in the street, ghetto birds in the air

Snipers on the rooftops and a nod from the mayor

I have no future anymore - I'm waiting for imminent war

Wish I could say I was waiting for the sun

But I know eviction day will come

& we'll be deafened by the money drum

Pushing the poor off-shore