And here I stand, redskin fist of power
Clawing at the strains of racism
It turns to black, ´cos i´m so very credible
But you keep losing track
´Cos you don´t see, my colour in your melting pot of love
Where everybody´s brown
So here I stand, knee deep in your soiled heritage
That´s so charmingly underground
So here i stand (stand stand) so here i stand, i´m looking at my sad, sad eyes
They slowly turn at rage
Oh what a shame, i can´t contain my basic nigga-rage
And lust for violence
So here we are, the cry goes out for war
London´s east end burning to the ground
So here we stand, blackened fist of power
Same old scarred-up-faces we condemn