The bullhorn sounded Echoed off of the neighbors houses Helicopter blades cut the sky open This wasn’t the first time bullets flying Fire hoses, a violent eviction Six years prior Nine arrested sentence For a century, FBI surveillance And relentlessly terrorized by a crooked cop turned mayor Who took it personal Power and pride were on the line When they dropped the bomb Philadelphia, nineteen eighty-five Flames began to dance from roof to roof Followed by the camera crews Authorities refused to have anything to do with the men, women, and children trapped inside For weeks, police tested explosives Low level cops came up with a crackpot plan That no one seemed to notice Or give a damn Blood on their hands No one ever charged No one ever disciplined Power and pride were on the line When they dropped the bomb Philadelphia, nineteen eighty-five Some black clouds never go away Just hover in place And change their shape right in front of your face This is America