(Steele)



We don't want the poor in New York City

No! That's not the way it's supposed to be

We don't want the poor in New York City

In America! The land of the free

You got nothing to say

Shut your mouth

Get in line

You got nothing to say

Here's your check

Here's your food stamps

'Til next time

We don't want the poor in New York City

No! That's not the way it's supposed to be

We don't want the poor in New York City

In America! The land of the free

Move you down to the Lower East Side

Raise the rent

Speculation, gentrification

Move up to Harlem, the South Bronx

Then who knows where?

We don't care

We don't want the poor in New York City

No! That's not the way it's supposed to be

We don't want the poor in New York City

In America! The land of the free

They got me in a rut

I don't know where I'm going

Crammed into a few small blocks of the Ghetto

Break out!

We don't want the rich in New York City

I don't care about them, they don't care about me

We don't need the rich in New York City

Just wait and see

We don't want the rich in New York City

They cram us into Ghettos

Soon, they'll be building walls

We don't want the rich in New York City

It's like Germany, back in '43