The bulldozers stopped and I finally could hear myself sing

In my parents backyard by the pond where the stream used to be

I remember I used to believe in utopian dreams

Now I hold just enough hope to keep me from falling asleep

And I swear that I won’t break

Under interrogation or concrete depression they make

And I will carry on

The echos of elders and teach to my children a song

And we will fall in love

This city might sink, but I’ll damn wеll be here whеn it does

And my roots will grow deep

Into the concrete

And we will fall asleep

Now I float through a dream, flooded streets south of Boston

The final foreclosure of hope

After the years of ICE raids and firebombs over philadelphia

And we’re filled with the fear of partners, police, prisons, and paranoia

Some say this world will end

But a new one will begin

For these things they have been true

Since before 1492

Domination, war, and rape

Reined before the invention of race

Long before technology, agriculture, or society

Patriarchy seems to be at the roots

And it still tears apart our groups and true love

It traps us all in bathroom stalls with words scribbled on the walls

Like scratchings in a prison cell of those who came before

This gender war

And they’re warning us screaming

They’re warning us screaming

And they’re warning us screaming

Do not let them divide you, do not let them split you in two

Do not let them divide you, do not let them split you in two

Cuz there’s one love, but many ways to fuck

In liberated ecstacy, someday maybe, one love, many bodies

All beautiful in a world before mirrors or medication

And when the rain does fall, our gardens will grow tall

There’s a storm that’s on the rise, let’s look it in the eyes