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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