The bullhorn sounded
Echoed off of the neighbors houses
Helicopter blades cut the sky open
This wasn’t the first time bullets flying
Fire hoses, a violent eviction

Six years prior
Nine arrested sentence
For a century, FBI surveillance
And relentlessly terrorized by a crooked cop turned mayor
Who took it personal

Power and pride were on the line
When they dropped the bomb Philadelphia, nineteen eighty-five
Flames began to dance from roof to roof
Followed by the camera crews

Authorities refused to have anything to do with the men, women, and children trapped inside
For weeks, police tested explosives
Low level cops came up with a crackpot plan
That no one seemed to notice
Or give a damn

Blood on their hands
No one ever charged
No one ever disciplined

Power and pride were on the line
When they dropped the bomb Philadelphia, nineteen eighty-five
Some black clouds never go away
Just hover in place
And change their shape right in front of your face
This is America