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 f*ck 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 f*ckin 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