in the streets of new york city every man can feel the cold and i don t want no pity but i want my story told and the lights shine down on me they shine on the little boy is this way to make him pay being born in a world of joy but like me he don t know where he ll go wrong he won t cry so many tears till he finds out why he don t belong like me there s no room for us out there you can lose your hope and pride when it comes to broken dreams you ll get your share sometimes a man breaks down and the good things he is looking for are crushed into the ground get on up look around can t you feel the wind of change get on up taste the air can t you see the wind of change don t you understand what i m saying we need a god down here a man to lead us children take us from the valley of fear make the lights shine down on us show us the road to go help us survive make us arrive teach us what we need to know like me he don t know where he ll go wrong he won t cry so many tears till he finds out why he don t belong like me there s no room for us out there you can lose your hope and pride when it comes to broken dreams you ll get your share sometimes a man breaks down down down down down and the good things he is searching for are crushed into the ground get on up look around can t you feel the wind of change get on up taste the air can t you see the wind of change get on up look around can t you feel the wind of change get on up taste the air can t you see the wind of change get on up look around can t you feel the wind of change get on up taste the air can t you see the wind of change 2
['disco', 'mellow gold', 'soft rock']