Автор: Mr. Strange

Tired of hearing us moan and complain, Just `cos you don`t feel it Doesn`t mean there`s no pain, Brought up

I never had to think about it all that much, it came to me so easily, then it became a

Yeah, you do drugs, you know I don`t, Yet it`s a trend just `cos I don`t, Leave me be, can`t

Man you`ve gotta problem, who made you fuckin` king A macho pig with nothing in your head. No girls around

Out of the blue, could we ever really know? sometimes you need to, sit back and let it go, day

Hatred I can`t stand it anymore. The color of our skin we must ignore. Do you feel the pain or

Let`s do it for the frustration, aggravation, masturbation, let`s do it for the attention, fascination, education Alright then, let`s forget

Action`s being taken `cos of this, You fucked with us and now we`re really pissed. A hundred times you tried

Take your pick and make a stand, With no regrets or change of plan, Keep your head, don`t be afraid,

I don`t feel that prejudice, Can`t see divided lines. To me we are all just the same, Our difference in