Streets Cry Freedom – Badlands – letras

In the coldness of the cityWhere the neon sleepsThe streets show the pityAnd the nights run deepAnd every shadow seems to hold a hidden storyAnd every heart, oh, is a refugeeAnd the old ones hopeAnd the lost ones screamThe hustlers floatAnd the young ones dreamIn the cityLivin’ in the soul of the cityAnd the streets cry freedomDo you stand or retreatAs you stare by the neon gods aboveWhile you bask in the heatAnd the streets cry freedomAs the blood runs coldAs you stare into the eyes of the walking ghostsWho’ve lost their soulsIn the summer’s heat I’m wearyIn the soul of the cityPotential’s burning brightIn the Harlem hallsHave you ever lived looking down a shotgun barrelWhen they said hey boy, this ain’t your homeThere ain’t no cure for the bleeding heart`Cause when you fallThere’s no second start in the cityThere’ll always be the soul of the cityAnd the streets cry freedomAs it burns in the heatAs you stare by the neon gods aboveWhile you bask in the heatAnd the streets cry freedomAs the blood runs coldYou stare into the eyes of the walking ghostsWho’ve lost their souls(Solo)There is no reasonFor livin’ in sinI don’t believe when they say hey boy, you better give inYou know I’ll fight for what I knowTill the day that I die`Cause I’m better off deadThen buried along with my prideAnd the streets cry freedomTill the day that I die, yeahTill the day that I dieAnd the streets cry freedomTill the day that I die, yeahTill the day that I die, yeahTill the day that I dieTill the day that I die, die, die, die, die, ohStreets cry freedomPotential’s burning brightOhhh, ohTill the day that I dieTill the day that I dieTill the day that I dieTill the day that I die