Now you can tear a building down
But you can´t erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can´t see

This is my neighborhood
This is where I come from
I call this place my home
You call this place a slum
You wanna run the people out
This is what you´re all about
Treat poor people just like trash
Turn around and make big cash

Now you can tear a building down
But you can´t erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can´t see

Last month there was a fire
I saw seven children die
You sent flowers to their families
But your sympathy´s a lie
´Cause every building that you burn
Is more blood money that you earn
We are forced to relocate
From the pain that you create

Now you can tear a building down
But you can´t erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can´t see
Now you can tear a building down
But you can´t erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can´t see

We lived here for so many years
Now this house is full of fear
For a profit you will take control
Where will all the older people go?
There used to be when kids could play
Without the scourge of drug´s decay
Now our kids are living dead
They crack and blow their lives away

Now you can tear a building down
But you can´t erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can´t see
Now you can tear a building down
But you can´t erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can´t see

You´ve got to fight
You´ve got to fight
You´ve got to fight
For your neighborhood

You´ve got to fight
For your neighbor