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A seven year old named Gavin on a sidewalk with his cousinIn the Crown Heights part of Brooklyn, August 1991A few blocks down a motorcade would head in their directionAnd a fateful intersection had begunThe motorcade was carrying the Rabbi of a Jewish SectThe neighborhood had many Jews, and also many blacksUneasy tensions simmered just because of who seemed differentNow a car and two young children were on trackA limo in the entourage lost control and hopped the curbIt struck the playing cousins, killing one and nearly twoThe neighborhood electrified, the tension proved unbearableThe victim was a black kid, and the driver was a JewA private Jewish ambulance was first to find the mayhemIt's crew began to help the child pinned beneath the carWhile angry blacks began to beat the driver of the limoAs frustration and offense became a blurA New York City ambulance came, its crew chief saw the escalationOf the scene and got that beaten driver whisked awayWhile two young children still lay bleeding on that Brooklyn sidewalkIt wasn't fair, that's what some would sayIt meant another Jew would have to payLetras de cancionesThat same night not far away a young man with a yarmulkeWas walking in the neighborhood like many times beforeBut now this night is different from all other nights, on this nightYankel Rosenbaum was walking into warA mob of angry men observed his clothing and came running toward himGaining speed and getting crazed with cries of "Get the Jew"And get the Jew they did that night, they crushed a total stranger's lifeA mob of angry men had come ungluedA Holocaust in Brooklyn now renewedTempers strong, deep and wrongTalk is cheap, families weepingNo one loving, pushing shovingAnger growing, blood is flowingFast forward to the present time, eleven years and countingThat part of town has never quite recovered from that dayWill bigotry and blindnesses that run through every cultureEver go awayA black hand and a white one reach through time and touch the presentIt's the father of the little boy, the brother of the JewToday they come together to find meaning in two madnessesEmbracing one another in plain viewThis is what the father had to sayWe are strongWe are lovingWe will keepThat loving going From Letras Mania