Cloud Factories

I was born in the suburbs
Of Los Angeles on the south side
Where the cloud factories blow up
Where the 110 goes to die
I remember the mercados
Now they're 99 cent stores when I drive by
And by Harbor Greens
They're flying luxury condo signs

And you call it progress
When you run folks from their homes
Will you call it progress
When we've taken everything that you own?

Now I'm 35 years old
The rents have gone up every year
Wе moved from the south side
By the 210 way up here
But we're running outta places to hide
There's nowhere left to go
My comrades holding down their blocks
Trying to keep them out, ya know

And you call it progress
When you run folks from their homes
Will you call it progress
When we've taken everything that you own?

Shit, I've got two kids
One's 10 and I've got a newborn
And I just wanna raise them
In the place where I called home
But it's getting harder to do
In what you call an economic boom
And as each year passes by
I'm getting tired of the new move
Getting tired of the new move
Getting tired of the new move
Getting tired of the new move
Getting tired of the new moe