We're entrapped in this situation
called a country.
You're born here and can never erase the black off your skin.
Killings, like it's a game.

As a 'human' from this streets you're ashamed.
Ashamed of them, of those at helm,
hemming a just course.
Sending hounds to those who stand.

Those who stand for whatever reason against the powers that be.
Be it a child, be it the grown,
In pain they groan as the hunters bullets hit their bones.
We know why they are stiff at the neck,
their head is the devil, father of all evil.

Who do we fool...