Mine is a place between the lake and the sound
Where ghosts of a beautiful past can be found
A place haunted by memories of slow steamy nights
painted with music that was so outta sight
with people like Charles and Hendrix and Jones
who brought the sweet sounds that stuck right to your bones
but our streets were first built on senseless segregation
by members of the klan of the arian nation
and although the hatred and brutality took their tolls
we were saved by the Panthers and the Freedom Patrols
thanks to those who fought hard in our community
so we could come out stronger with a new identity
by turning towards each other we helped open a door
we are not just a place for the outcasts and poor
Now those old time buildings and people are gone
but the feeling and colors of the music live on
Garfield young bloods with dues yet to be paid,
Eaves droppin’ on legends in Starbucks at Promenade
Mine is this place this place is mine
It is haunted by ghosts
and it suits me just fine
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