I moved here in '95, I think it was June
Not much around here
And just like a curse, it became safe as a nurse
No one said its worse
Whole blocks were gentrified
In no cars a dent you'd find
â Til one day a local carried rocks for the assault
Well he knew who was at fault
And then he was gone, screaming who was wrong
All my new neighbors seem kind enough
Always smiling hello
And soon they'll be no one who remembers all the names
Of all the locals of local fame
On my street the streetlights are comforting
On my street the new lights are comforting
In '95 they would've been welcomed too...