Like a tree in the city, I was born in concrete
Stuck between two houses, homeless without a home
Like a tree in the city
Like a tree in the city, I grew up far from the woods
Where my forest brethren made a family
Like a tree in the city
Between concrete and asphalt
To grow I struggle but my branches fly low
So close to the smoking cars between concrete and asphalt
Like a tree in the city, I have the smoke of factories
For a prison, and my roots are covered with fences
Like a tree in the city
Like a tree in the city, I have songs on my leaves
That will fly away under the eye of your servile windows
Like a tree in the city
Between concrete and asphalt
I will be torn from the streets to build where I lived
Car parks of posthumous honor between concrete and asphalt
Like a tree in the city, friend, make after my death
Barricades of my body and the fire of my twigs
Like a tree in the city.
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