We are the fringe people
The last white hopes down on a street
Where we used to be the clan
More sad the truth when nostalgia tickles the eye
Its now sharp sharp to the strains of another culture
Same spot where anything goes
Slavers up and about
Plying the pimping trade right there on the street where I used to be
No this is not some America story to fit some T V show
It is real, in my backyard and its happening now
No one cares
And its hell
Why can this be I ask myself?
Sure the white "O" he is gone
Greener pastures other side of town
Other side of the sea too
Whose kids are they poisoning?
Whose kids are they pimping?
There are no white faces any more
Schools of black, defenceless one and all
How can it be? I cry to an empty sky
A sad fact that is in your face and mine
The cops are the robbers too
Robbers of the future, robbers of childrens dreams
Mayhem for a pay off
No one cares
Always crooks there will be
One honest cop will burn their dreams one two three
