In the streets of New York City
Every man can feel the cold
And I don't want no pity
But I want my story toldWhen the lights shine down on me
They shine on the little boy
Is this way to make him pay
Being born in a world of joyBut 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 belongLike 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 shareSometime a man breaks down
And the good thing he is looking for
Are crushed into the groundGet 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 changeDon't you understand what I'm sayin'
We need a God down here
A man to lead us children
Take us from the valley of fearMake the lights shine down on us
Show us the road to go
Help us survive, make us arrive
Teach us what we need to knowBut 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 belongLike 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 shareSometime a man breaks down
Down, down, down, down
And the good thing he is searching for
Are crushed into the groundGet 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
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