Whose Streets

some time ago we took the streets and held them for our own
and there never was a question where the ownership had gone
between the people and the corporates the line was clearly drawn
the wheel was set in motion, time was moving on

whose streets, our streets

but now the shiny money has come to make it’s call
in every corner of humanity the ax will surely fall
street corner serenade now sings a different tune
and its the wild wolves of wall street howling at the moon

whose streets, our streets

there was a time when the minstrel was a voice that you could trust
now integrity is bought and sold, the songs have gone to rust
the language has been stolen the rights have gone to war
and there is really nothing what it seems anymore

whose streets, our streets

spectacle celebrity, billion dollar fuse
they will kick you in the face with their glam designer shoes
they will keep you in confines of a backward set of rules
so they can use you they want to as a surplus labor pool

whose streets, our streets

they think they own the water they think they own the air
with all the possible properties there’s a lot to own out there
from the private money mansion to the poverty extremes
now they want to own even the spaces in between

whose streets, our streets

there are wages to be paid for stolen property
and there is justice in the distance we may never live to see
there are armies of the future they have come to face the day
and their weapons are their voices I can almost hear them say

whose streets, our streets