We talk of hunger
Feed the world, but not our own
homeland starvation.
Freedom is not free
He bought us freedom with blood
Has it been wasted?
And on a lighter note:
No, mommy! I won't!
Cleaning is for the grown ups.
I just want to play.
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A study in the paradox we call life
Stuck in My Head
With ninety six thousand I'd finally fix housin'
give the barrio computers and wireless web browsin'
your kids are livin' without a good edumacation
change the station, teach 'em about gentrification
The rent is escalatin', the rich are penetratin'
we pay our corporations
when we should be demonstratin'
What about immigration?
Politicians be hatin'
Racism in this nation's gone from latent to blatent!
I'll cash my ticket and picket, invest in protest
never lose my focus til the city takes notice
and you know this, man! I'll never sleep
because the ghetto has a million promises for me to keep!
--In the Heights the musical
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iris, fount of light
in self, summer spent for spring
exhaustion, rebirth
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