The Blood Of Baltimore

And the dying of the roses,

How pure they shall be;

For it is loneliness that drives the masses

For the streets of Baltimore are weary

And I am too ancient to move,

So many people frowning upon their destinies

So many people come and go

As the spirits rise to the ages

The lonely devils are on display

And power to the roses that feed these devils

I shall no longer vow in sin

For sin is the covering of the ages

I place my rose upon a planted cloth

A cloth that rages!

Oh Baltimore leave the roses be...

Oh Baltimore let the roses lie

Upon what planted cloth you dare to scheme?

For there are many cloths that linger...

For the streets of Baltimore are bloody

For the streets of Baltimore are raging!

Wet my cloth

And plant it upon my tears

For I've cried ten thousand rivers

Or more...

Dear Baltimore! Dear Baltimore!

Who loves you more?

For the children are crying

And Jesus is wearing a rag

That says,

WE SHALL OVERCOME!

How dare Martin Luther King speak his free speech

When all is well and done?

For Martin Luther King was a pimp

Yet I am bound...

Let the secrets lust themselves overboard!

For Baltimore has sunken over time

And I am willing to challenge these roses,

Let the roses fall where they may.

I see the blood of Baltimore

Dripping upon these tears

Lonely roses die on their own

And I am the artist within...

Let me find my peace of mind

All the time,

For these streets of Baltimore are broken

Yet I am bound.

For these streets of Baltimore are broken

And that's no lie.

For the streets of Baltimore are broken

And so am I.

WE SHALL OVERCOME!

WE SHALL OVERCOME!

And someday the sun

Will shine again...

My heart is your heart, of course.

And picket lines

And desperate women

And desperate men

And desperate hallways...

And desperate cats

And desperate dogs,

We are the prophets of slain!

So this is the American revolution!

I am the rose that sings,

Oh Baltimore!

Dear Baltimore!

For I am healed...