I was born in the suburbs Of Los Angeles on the south side Where the cloud factories blow up Where the 110 goes to die I remember the mercados Now they're 99 cent stores when I drive by And by Harbor Greens They're flying luxury condo signs And you call it progress When you run folks from their homes Will you call it progress When we've taken everything that you own? Now I'm 35 years old The rents have gone up every year Wе moved from the south side By the 210 way up here But we're running outta places to hide There's nowhere left to go My comrades holding down their blocks Trying to keep them out, ya know And you call it progress When you run folks from their homes Will you call it progress When we've taken everything that you own? Shit, I've got two kids One's 10 and I've got a newborn And I just wanna raise them In the place where I called home But it's getting harder to do In what you call an economic boom And as each year passes by I'm getting tired of the new move Getting tired of the new move Getting tired of the new move Getting tired of the new move Getting tired of the new moe