Here we are under these particular stars
   Here we stand Victorian
   Where the white folk can grow to no so
   Very little about the black folk
   The same folk who rightfully own
   This piece of beauty that we call our home
  
   Well negativity is often heard from society
   With conviction they preach
   Not even knowing of whom they speak
   I guess it?s each to there own
   Those that want to will know
   I guess it?s each to there own
   Because from the top the views are old and grey
  
   Well I feel so ashamed
   Of this system and these ways
   The tiny hearts that lead our nation
   And tiny minds that let them in
   And I see your confusion
   I see your pain
   I see your pain and your confusion
   And there?s still some with my skin
   Who still try and hide the reason