In the streets of New York City ev ry man can feel the cold.
And I don t want no pity
but I want my story told.
When the lights shine down on me
they shine on the little boy.
Is this way to make him pay; be ng born in a world of joy.
But like me he don t know where he ll go wrong; he won t cry so many tears till he finds out why he don t belong like me.
there s no room for us out there; you can lose your hope and pride.
When it comes to broken dreams you ll get your share.
Sometime a man breaks down
and the good thing he is looking for are crushed into the ground.
Get on up
look around; can t you feel the wind of change? Get on up
taste the air; can t you see the wind of change; Don t you understand what I m sayin
we need a god down there.
A man to lead us children
take us from the valley of fear.
Make the lights shine down on us
show us the road to go.
Help us survive
make us arrive
teach us what we need to know.
But like me he don t know where he ll go wrong; he won t cry so many tears till he finds out why he don t belong like me.
there s no room for us out there; you can lose your hope and pride.
When it comes to broken dreams you ll get your share.
Sometime a man breaks down
and the good thing he is looking for are crushed into the ground.
Get on up
look around; can t you feel the wind of change? Get on up
taste the air; can t you see the wind of change; Get on up
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