[Hook – repeat 2x, melodic & soulful] They call it Skid Row, where the truth is so bold, Fifty blocks deep, where the lost ones go, Where pain walks loud and the silence speaks, And the prayers hit pavement seven days a week. Where the shelters get full and the hope runs thin, But the fight in the soul won’t let you give in. You can hate, you can judge, try to tear us down, But no matter what — Skid Row is Holy Ground. [Verse 1 – 12 Bars] Started back in the 1800s, trains rollin’ through, Whiskey spots, workers grindin’, just tryin’ to make due. Rich stayed fed, poor laid head on a mat, While LA grew fast, and the system took no heat for that. Depression hit hard, tents on every block, WWII vets comin’ back with no plan, just talk. No rehab, no hope, just missions and soup, Labeled them broken, stuck in the charity loop. But trauma don’t sleep, and hope can still grow, Even boxed in deep, Skid Row’s got a soul that won’t fold. They called it a prison, but it’s more like a fight, Where broken spirits rise, still searchin' for light. [Hook – repeat 2x] They call it Skid Row, where the truth is so bold, Fifty blocks deep, where the lost ones go, Where pain walks loud and the silence speaks, And the prayers hit pavement seven days a week. Where the shelters get full and the hope runs thin, But the fight in the soul won’t let you give in. You can hate, you can judge, try to tear us down, But no matter what — Skid Row is Holy Ground. [Verse 2 – 12 Bars] 80s hit hard, Reagan left ‘em cold, Mental wards closed, left the homeless untold. Crack came in quick, jails filled up fast, While rich folks gentrified and watched the block pass. Safer Cities laws, more raids on the Row, People fought back, said “We got rights, yo!” Measure HHH promised to end the grind, But bodies still lay cold, lost in the time. Concrete jungle, people still stand tall, You can push 'em, but the spirit won’t fall. Skid Row’s a fight, but the people don’t quit, The struggle’s deep, but they still hold the grit. [Hook – repeat 2x] They call it Skid Row, where the truth is so bold, Fifty blocks deep, where the lost ones go, Where pain walks loud and the silence speaks, And the prayers hit pavement seven days a week. Where the shelters get full and the hope runs thin, But the fight in the soul won’t let you give in. You can hate, you can judge, try to tear us down, But no matter what — Skid Row is Holy Ground. [Verse 3 – 12 Bars] 2025, tents still in place, But Skid Row’s fight, they still holdin’ the space. Non-profits grind, missions still try, But the struggle don’t stop, people still askin’ why. OGs teachin’ the youth ‘bout survival on the ground, Talkin’ ‘bout resistance in every town. You see the pain, but don’t know the cost, Skid Row’s not lost, it’s a culture that’s bossed. In the land of stars, we built from the dirt, Fighting for dignity, that’s how they work. Skid Row’s Holy Ground, no matter what’s shown, The people rise strong, fightin’ for their throne.
