Radio Free Brooklyn

[Verse 1: Pete Miser]
Remember the bright lights?
Remember the frightening sight?
Remember the first dark night the way you feared for your life?
I don't remember the place I was when the president died
But I recall the falling nuclear rain and burned skies
Lucky that I was underneath ground hidden beneath the beat down freaked out listening for some street sounds
The subway shook then stopped I got knocked out
Woke up hours later when I heard a wounded cop shout
"You okay? Well just hold tight then"
He disappeared into the dust I never saw him again
The tunnel was caving in I made my way fumbling through the dark
Trippin' over debris and body parts
Can't start panicking ran up in the toll booth
Tried to call for help but then I learned the cold truth
The phone was dead and so was the attendant but her radio was on and it said New York was gone

[Interlude]
Whoa, Nelly! Sorry about the turbulence. If you're just tuning in, you're listening to Radio Free Brooklyn. That big bump you felt is what we in the industry call a "nuclear attack." Looks like Manhattan as well as the Southern portion of the Bronx is gone. Brooklyn sustained considerable damage. Kids, it's safe to say that schools are closed. Stay tuned to Radio Free Brooklyn for more information

[Hook]
I don't know if we will find our way

[Verse 2: Farrah Burns]
I recall moving at a slow pace
My life flashed before my eyes I saw birthdays
And the murder rate sky high multiplied by aggression
Then I thought I took my last breath when the Earth moved
Shift my spirit a bit collided with virtues and amendments
Should I drop to my knees, Lord and repent?
Or was I sent to spread the word through these vents we call Radio Free Brooklyn?
While you're at it, forced to kick habits
Sorry if I'm being too dramatic
Would this be the time to practice black magic?
Or do I need to rest my head on the Craftmatic?
Think of ways to free my people from political bondage political nonsense
I'm sick of arguing about our problems
Now I'm dodging anthrax and suicide bombers instead of walking the steps of our forefathers

[Hook]
I don't know if we will find our way

[Verse 3: Blowout]
Paralyzed from the waist down
Look around, every man face down
Nothing makes sound
Strange the way these airplanes went down
Millisecond flashback back to the military combat
Cemetery now with the black clouds covering and hovering about
My body's half out
Struggling, using my arms fumbling
Nuclear bomb crumbling due to this harsh government
Fist clenched sixth sense something within distance
Sick stench penetrates my nostrils I pinch them with one hand
Didn't make a difference
I'm done, man
Ninety percent of my body burned without a sun tan
Crawling forward toward something audible
Possible portable audio maybe earphones
Get close to take it off the head that's still cookin'
Only sound I've got in Radio Free Brooklyn

[Hook]
I don't know if we will find our way