Baltimore Rising - Nation

He’s given up on his human costume

and all he sees is a heaving tide

Swelling on up swelling on up, father tell us something

to make us breathe just a little while

Drum up the storm, Baltimore

Spring is choking under the perfume

of good intentions and burning tires

flaring on up, flaring on up, brother sing us something

to make us sleep just a little while

Ain’t giving up on my plans to exist

I’m telling you just the way it is

Drum up the storm, Baltimore

Drum up the storm, Baltimore

(turn it up now, turn it up)