'Broken glass everywhere, people pissing on the stairs like they just don't care.
Can't take the smell, can't take the noise...
Got no money to move out, guess I got no choice.
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back,
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat.
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
Cos the man with the tow-truck re-possessed my car.
Don't push me cos I'm close to the edge.
I'm trying not to lose my head.
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under....'
(The Grandmaster Flash, 1982)
(Check out the track on You Tube)
But that was ancient history....wasn't it?
In a time before starbucks and MTV,
Ina time before blogs and i-pads....
Life on the underside of the city is still 1982,
only worse....
What might nishkam mean in the city today?
What about zakat?
Where do we see God's bias to the oppressed?
Where is the struggle?
Are people of faith defending their patch or the poor?
That's prayer
And Grandmaster Flash raps the incarnation.
The Word is flesh and she is our homeless sister....
And Grandmaster Flash raps the incarnation.
The Word is flesh and she is our homeless sister....
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