Cultural Genocide
Tripp Underwood, Paul Russo, Scott Unseen
You family's lived here for generations
But you can't afford it no more
We're making room for the corporations
Got no room for the poor
Rent is up, so you are out, we fall deaf to all your cries
This use to be your neighborhood
Now you've been gentrified
What's really at the stake ain't real estate
You're talking about people's lives
Rip the heart from a community
Their culture surely dies
They call it progress but who moves ahead?
The people who control the wealth
'cause of their actions people end up dead
They only care about themselves
Playing god, who goes? who stays?
Who the fuck are you to decide?
They call it progress but it is a cultural genocide
Gentrified, genocide