Is Zohran Mamdani Too Extreme? Or Just What NYC Needs?
So tell me who’s extreme—The landlord who hikes your rent till you scream? Or the man who says housing's a right, Not a luxury sold by the night?
[Verse 1]
They say he's too bold, too sharp with the truth
Too willing to stand for the dreams of our youth
They call him a danger to business and banks
But he’s standing with workers, not fortune or ranks
[Pre-Chorus]
So tell me who’s extreme—
The landlord who hikes your rent till you scream?
Or the man who says housing's a right,
Not a luxury sold by the night?
[Chorus]
🎶 Is Zohran Mamdani too extreme?
Or just what this city really needs?
When the poor get pushed out and the towers rise high
Who do we call when justice runs dry?
He’s not too much—he’s just enough
When the working class has had enough
He’s not the problem—he’s the creed
Of a New York built on hope, not greed 🎶
[Verse 2]
They scream “free buses? What madness is that!”
While the billionaires glide in their gold-plated flats
But freedom to move ain’t some radical plea
It’s the lifeline of workers trying to breathe
[Pre-Chorus]
So tell me what’s more extreme—
A mother with no way to chase her dream?
Or a man with a plan to make it all right
To turn this cold city back toward the light?
[Chorus]
🎶 Is Zohran Mamdani too extreme?
Or just what this city really needs?
When Wall Street shakes at the sound of his name
You know someone’s messing with their game
He’s not too much—he’s the real deal
With boots on the ground and a spine of steel
He’s not a threat—he’s the seed
Of a New York built on hope, not greed 🎶
[Bridge]
Too extreme to tax the rich?
Too extreme to fix the glitch?
Of a system designed to deny
The people their fair piece of the pie
Too extreme to say love is love,
Or to send the ladder from above?
If this is extreme, then let it be
'Cause justice was never won quietly
[Final Chorus – Modulate Up a Key]
🎶 Is Zohran Mamdani too extreme?
Or just what this city really needs?
When voices are rising from Astoria streets
And the wind of real change begins to beat
He’s not too much—he’s what we bleed
The dream of a city that dares to lead
He’s not a threat—he’s the creed
Of a New York built on hope, not greed