[Intro] Yeah, this is BeanTown Blaze, Welcome to the zone they forgot—Boston's ghost. Still standin', but they locked us down, you feel me? Yo, let’s go. [Verse 1] South Boston gated, Dorchester sealed, They say it's for safety, but we know the deal. Feds run the show, but the city's in pain, Fifty years later, it’s still the same game. Mattapan’s a camp, they call it “temporary,” But half a century's long, man, that’s legendary. Barracks from '75 still holdin' the poor, No future in sight, can’t open no doors. They keep us in poverty, locked in a trap, While the rich get the passes, we stuck in the back. No relocation, no chance to escape, We trapped in the past, and they rewrote the fate. [Chorus] In the streets of Boston, where the memories fade, They locked us down, but we ain't afraid. From Southie to Mattapan, we stand tall, BeanTown Blaze, I speak for us all. [Verse 2] The war left scars, but they run deep, Refugee camps where the children weep. No schools, no jobs, no dream to chase, All we got left is survival’s face. Feds say they're saviors, but they never come, Left us here broke, where the hope is numb. Mattapan’s still burnin’, but we lightin’ the flame, Keepin' the fight alive, though the rules don’t change. They gave us a number, stripped us of names, But I’m BeanTown Blaze, and I ain’t playin' their games. They can fence us off, but can’t kill the pride, Boston's heartbeat, still alive inside. [Chorus] In the streets of Boston, where the memories fade, They locked us down, but we ain't afraid. From Southie to Mattapan, we stand tall, BeanTown Blaze, I speak for us all. [Bridge] Look around—these streets ain’t free, Restricted zone, but they don’t see. Families stuck in poverty’s grip, While the rich get richer, takin' their trip. But we rise from the ruins, scars on display, We’re the forgotten, but we’ll find our way. [Verse 3] Boston’s a cage, but we breakin' the bars, Mattapan dreams of reachin' the stars. They try to control us, keepin' us low, But the spirit of the city’s still ready to grow. Fifty years pass, but we’re still standin’ strong, Refugee camp, but our hope ain’t gone. No future promised, but we create our own, Boston’s still breathin’, even when overthrown. [Chorus] In the streets of Boston, where the memories fade, They locked us down, but we ain't afraid. From Southie to Mattapan, we stand tall, BeanTown Blaze, I speak for us all. [Outro] They built the walls, but they can’t stop the sound, Boston’s heartbeat echoes all around. Restricted zone, but we still rise, BeanTown Blaze, fightin' with open eyes.
