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• Artiste: Chad Bradley
• Titre: Emerica
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I see your slippery red sidewalks Red with the blood of children Red with the blood of the children of Emerica who still work for pennies Although you claim to have laws Against it. And there are laws that protect this great land And protect you and your capitalist friends Who sit in high-rise buildings On the slippery streets on New York City And watch children die at your hands To make the extra dollar These children that die We all know them as students, farmers, the poor, Children that live in these ghettos, Children that wait in your poorhouses, Children that die in your streets, They wait for their chance to rise Rise like the tall skyscrapers in which you make your home, You're living, And most regrettably your life And unlike you Oh, great, illustrious Emerica, These same children can see Can feel, Can taste, Can touch, Everything around them And just like you They cannot live or die Oh Emerica, I love you.