The street is mine (moske-bøn vokal)

No borrowed flag, no master’s hand We make our claim; we take our stand Turn the avenue, raise your sign This street is yours, this street is mine Shoulder to shoulder, voices awake We won’t step back, we won’t break A line of shields at the corner bends A paper crown and a rule that ends You pass the water, you pull me clear We write our names where they’ll have to hear No borrowed flag, no master’s hand We make our claim; we take our stand Turn the avenue, raise your sign This street is yours, this street is mine Shoulder to shoulder, voices awake We won’t step back, we won’t break Not for a party, not for a throne Not for a promise carved in stone For the right to speak, for the right to choose For every voice they tried to mute Turn the avenue, raise your sign This street is yours, this street is mine Shoulder to shoulder, voices awake We won’t step back, we won’t break We won’t step back, we won’t break Hold your ground Hold your ground