Anger as sharp as the broken glass
Burning cars and tear gas
Every race riot is the last one
A dying culture’s final gasp
Every decade yet no one learns
And it’s always their own homes they burn
Crushed by a quorum-driven-state machine
A nation’s will cannot be turned
Memories lost in a nation’s sleep
In the dreams of contented sheep
Can we ever hope to find solutions
When our country has sold the Constitution
All too wrong to be right
The answer’s there, we just lack the sight
Race wars fed by prejudice and fright
The love of a nation for its people
burned through the night
Monochrome blood sport we never tire
So many things feed the fires
To repeat History a world conspires
So many years have fed the desires