They eating up my neighborhood
Just like pacman on some dots
Turned white castle to a condo
With $5,000 lofts
There used to be a thrift store there with clothes i could afford
A shitty rainbow bagel place that brought them to our door
A souvenir shop that we all knew was a front
And a broken wood bench where the kids smoke blunts
They marching on brooklyn
They marching on brooklyn
They marching on brooklyn
That shit gon' never be the same
They made my girl go away
I just dont know what else to say
Another communal working space made my city lame
Like bedford is done now it has been for years
They even closed the Ivey down we all shed tears
So we moved further out
Just like we always do
First come the artists then the babies then the rich and then we move
They marching on brooklyn
They marching on brooklyn
They marching on brooklyn
That shit gon' never be the same