♪♪ ♪ Ain't blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles. ♪ ♪ Feet blood in the streets, it's up to my knees. ♪ ♪ Blood in the streets, the town of Chicago. ♪ ♪ Blood on the rise, it's following me. ♪ ♪ She's about to break the gate. ♪ ♪ She came in and she drove away. ♪ ♪ Sunlight in her hair. ♪ ♪ Blood in the streets, on the river of sadness. ♪ ♪ Blood in the streets, it's up to my thighs. ♪ ♪ Yeah, the river of regret down the left of the city. ♪ ♪ No women in the crowded rivers are weeping. ♪ ♪ She came in and she drove away. ♪ ♪ Sunlight in her hair. ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ Indians scattered on God's highway bleeding. ♪ ♪ Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shelled mind. ♪ ♪ Blood in the streets, in the town of New Haven. ♪ ♪ Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice. ♪ ♪ Blood and my love in the terrible summer. ♪ ♪ Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A. ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Blood screens the brain to chop off the fingers. ♪ ♪ Blood will be born in the birth of a nation. ♪ ♪ Blood is the rose of mysterious humor. ♪ ♪ Dead blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles. ♪ ♪ Blood in the streets, it's up to my knees. ♪ ♪ Blood in the streets, the town of Chicago. ♪ ♪ Blood only rises to follow in me. ♪