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Now we've got concrete. A place those blacks won't be.If we come they'll know.They should flee, They should go.Here comes a white shadow.Blues aren't made from greed,this feast on famine pleads.To take their space, if we can, if we may,make a darker day.Please, shame on me.These things, they come in threes.This feast on famine pleads.To take their space, if we can, if we may,make a darker dayPlease, shame on me.This street ain't made for me. From Letras Mania