| Mother said i can’t listen to Radio Havana
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| And i read with a flash light late that night
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| on these North side streets try avoiding the lights
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| Try avoiding any type of political fight
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| So alone are all these «new deal» homes
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| It can’t only matter what you know
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| But how you let your anger show
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| Harold Washington in a garter-belt and stockings
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| Father wasn’t picking sides
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| But dog-eared pages gave clues to the thoughts inside
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| The black sheep prince bowed for the crown today
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| Tried keeping things quiet, tried keeping things still
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| Tried keeping this conscience from an honest chill
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| Can tradition settle in like rust?
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| The record knows so let it show
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| That desperate is as clever does
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| Harry Carry making sick off Clark Street
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| Welcome to my 588−2300 empire. |