Stars In Our Streets

I've seen goats hit the harbor with a prayer I could never speak back and you can love who you love. Say what you say, chase a wild little dream or just earn your pain. You could stand on a corner with a sign in the mic and the law says back up, but don't cut his rights. From the block to the back, 40 fields to the trains. We're all trying to find sunshine in the middle of the pain. We got stars in our streets and stripes in our sky. A whole lot of reasons that we still try from the mountains high. But we ain't done yet, this land of the freestyle I've seen bakers from Beirut, barbers from Seoul Kids from the Reds with a rock'n'roll soul Farmhands in Kansas, coders in Queens Nurses pulling doubles just to feed their teams We got Bad Apple Shore, every garden does But I've watched strangers jumping just because Sandbag walls when the rivers rise Cookouts when a soldier finally arrives It's the neighbor with the jumper cables at 3 a.m. It's the cultural season champion when the world says, we got stars in our streets and stripes in our sky a whole lot of reasons that we still try from the open plains to the downtown lights where patchwork will hold on through nights we're not perfect but we ain't done yet this land of the freestyle On Saturday night You want a small town quiet or a neon light You want a front row pew or a protest sign You can pick your lane, you can draw your line Two big oceans holding us in Lakes like mirrors where the clouds begin Rivers like veins running through this place Carrying all of our stories to the same blue space So here's to the ones who just got in And the ones whose people been insensitive Begins to the boots and the mud and the suits in the air To the ones who fell down and still We don't run from our shadows, we just bring more light Hold each other up when it's time to fight If you're searching for a reason why we stay and believe It's the right to get back up When we trip on our feet We got stars in our streets and stripes in our sky A whole lot of reasons that we still try From the mountains high to the oceans wide We're a big loud family learning how to ride We're not perfect but we ain't done yet This land of the free still paying that debt But if you're looking for a place to rewrite