Big Guy - Racing Capital, USA

Theres a new ghost bike on my ride to work
Another sight I can't un-see
Generations of disinvestment
The redlines turned to free ways
The parking spaces that should be houses
And fuck man I just wanna ride my bike
No concern for safety
No accountability
No community
There's no escape from here
And on my left I see a camp sight
As cops remove folks from their homes
No humanity
No empathy
No fuckin decency
There's no escape from here
What has been built can be rebuilt
Tear it down begin anew
Clear my mind, go for a ride, and live to fight another day

Written by:
Ian Phillips

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