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Streets of Minneapolis - Official Lyrics Video Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice Singing through the bloody mist Weβll take our stand for this land And the stranger in our midst ~Bruce Springsteen~ If it resonates, like, comment your story, and subscribe! See ya ;) Lyrics: I rolled out late with the radio low, Snow on the hood, with only one place to go. Trucks rollin' through the snow and ice, Tear gas mixin' with the January skies. Sirens cry through the frozen air, Anger on the corners, smoke everywhere. I'm headin' back to where the rooster crows, Yeah, back to a place where there ain't any masked foes. Minnesota winter is ice cold, But the people never been this bold. These streets of Minneapolis taught me how to stand, Taught me how to work with these two hands. These days it's festered with a pest, Everybody armed with what they think is best. I still love the river, the steel, the stone, But canβt raise a life where equality is gone. They say it's law, but it sure feels like war. They shot a mama right on her front step, Another name the night won't forget. Protesters chantin' till their voices are sore, People bleedin', peaceful lives are torn. The strangers are actin' in self-defense, But when you're the invader, it ain't makin' sense. Minnesota winter is ice cold, But the people never been this bold. These streets of Minneapolis taught me how to stand, Taught me how to work with these two hands. These days it's festered with a pest, Everybody armed with what they think is best. I still love the river, the steel, the stone, But canβt raise a life where equality is gone. They say it's law, but it sure feels like war. But canβt raise a life where equality is gone. They say it's lawβ¦ but it sure feels like war. #countrymusic #country #countryai #minnesotamusic #minneapolis #protestsongs