The streets are full of people and there's little room to hide
Best to walk and face the floor and try not to collide
Eye contact is a no-no with anyone you don't know
Fear?
Distrust?
Well, it's a must
Especially at night
Don't go out without good reason
There's gangs about
They don't need a reason
Macho rantings and senseless violence
Token gestures and local damage
Fragmented groups
Sheep-like troops
Organised confusion
Ghetto's of disillusion without rhyme or reason
You're staring at a window as if it were a wall
The extent of your vision is no vision at all
The real vandals destroy the planet
The real abusers, abuse for profit
Re-offenders and just won't stop it
Methinks they have completely lost it
Lift up the lids of your own eyes
There's real change to realise
Proud to be black?
Proud to be white?
Fucking why?
The corridors of power are packed with puppets voted in by fuckwits
The real crimes are performed by bigots
Financed by the banks and business
Can we decide to recognise each others own true worth
And realise the greater prize will take a lot more thought
We're mutually abused and change won't come by tomorrow
The sands of time are running out and then time will be borrowed