Privilege is not a word that shook these hands Determination is a phrase I understand Learning not to lose just made me so much stronger I can justify the way I am forever
Call it out, don’t look the other way Call it out, tomorrows just too late
Silver spoon is not a life I tried to find Growing up upon the streets that shaped my mind Tenements were two a penny on the never I remember how we talked the walk forever
Call it out, don’t look the other way Call it out, tomorrows just too late
Sunday morning markets Traders down the lane Pennyfields and gardens Times about to change
Now it’s just become a town without a soul The salt was taken from the earth, nowhere to go Community is just a word that stands for sorrow It’s hard to walk these streets today, tonight, tomorrow
Call it out, don’t look the other way Call it out, tomorrows just too late Call it out, don’t look the other way Call it out, tomorrows just too late
Compositor: John Fredrick Spinks (John Spinks) (PRS)Editor: Kobalt Music Copyrights SarlECAD verificado obra #21479574 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM