(Verse 1)
The smog it hanging heavy, a grey and acrid haze,
Wildfire burning, through all the nights and days.
Homeless on the sidewalks, where stars once used to gleam,
Los Angeles, it seems, ain't nothing like the dream.
(Chorus)
Oh, LA, LA, the City of Angels weeping,
These things have been awful bad, while the whole world sleeping,
From earthquakes to viruses, and riots in the street,
Fire is the broom that sweeps clean, but the cost is bittersweet.
(Verse 2)
Low riders cruising, but spirits feeling low,
Remember Rodney King, the pain still cuts us so.
Politicians talking, but nothin' ever change,
The gap between the rich and poor, just rearrange.
(Chorus)
Oh, LA, LA, de City of Angels weeping,
These things have been awful bad, while the whole world sleeping.
From earthquakes to viruses, and riots in the street,
Fire is the broom that sweeps clean, but the cost is bittersweet.
(Bridge
But hope still flickers, like a candle in the night,
In the hearts of de people, yearning for what's right.
We'll rise from the ashes, stronger than before,
LA's spirit burning, forevermore.
(Chorus)
Oh, LA, LA, de City of Angels weeping,
These things have been awful bad, while the whole world sleeping.
From earthquakes to viruses, and riots in the street,
Fire is the broom that sweeps clean, but the cost is bittersweet.
(Outro)
Yeah, fire is the broom that sweeps clean,
But we gotta rebuild, on a foundation strong and keen.
LA, LA, we gonna rise again, you see,
A city of hope, for you and me!
