.Take me on up to Detroit City.
Jails are full, the factories empty.
Mamaâs crying, young boys dying.
Under that red white and blue still flying
Drop me off in Baltimore.
Where every other windowâs got a plywood board.
Where dreams become drugs and guns. <.>
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