Things change
They say
Little do they know
History writ large
The formula
Cities must embrace
Lest we become Detroit
Cause no one lives in Detroit
Right
What's wrong with money
What's wrong with change
You mad cause I made things pretty?

See what you don't see
Are those things that hurt
Everyone you see
Your dollar signs
Pushed people away
That you will never see
So you'll never really know
What change means
When change is just chump change
To the game you're playing
To the souls you're taking
To the paper that subdues
Your conscience
Or maybe
You just don't get it