Music Lyrics

Verse: At the end of our block, there stands a tree. It slowly decays from substance debris. The cigarette smoke has turned the trunk black. The tree rings of growth are now stunted back. Beer and wine madly flow through the root, That twists and turns in its drunken pursuit. The leaves higher up are dead from cocaine. The lower ones form angel dust of disdain. Pre-chorus: And I say why do we have to live this way? You have a choice, lift up your voice...stand up and say, Chorus: “This is my life and I’m going to take it back (we’ll take it back)! These are my dreams and I’m reaching for the stars, we’ll go so far! The choice is ours, (the choice is ours), the choice is ours! Verse: At the end of our block, there stands a tree, It prospers and grows in a fruitful degree. The massive brown trunk grows with bursting pride. The uncharted growth rings they flourish inside. Water nourishes beauty and health. The pure root structure - the tree’s private wealth. The leaves above stretch up towards the sky, Sparking in the sun, they’re never dry… Pre-chorus: And I say that we should all go and live this way... You have a choice, lift up your voice...stand up and say, Chorus: “This is my life and I’m proud to take it back (we got it back)! These are my dreams and I’m reaching for the stars, we’ll go so far! The choice is ours, (the choice is ours), the choice is ours! The choice is OURS!