There's a beat upon the street among these people that I meet
As if the colour on me skin determinates me of a sin
As if this battle on the screen extracts its forces from within
Now if this colour on me skin ain't attached by no string
At this social environment and filthy surroundings
That's our reason or pidgin that's our needle and pin
Cause no brother from within this violent spin
Will cover the truth and turn the other chin
Will cover the truth with an chin chin chin
Do you need it more exactly is this something that you could reach in
Do you need it more exactly big burning to begin
There's no beat about the bush about the beat upon the man
Upon the man that was struck by a sudden loss of luck
Upon the man that was struck by a sudden loss of luck
Was no sucker with a flush was no bugger with a tan
Was or was not was no military man
Was or was not was nobody from Sudan
Was an ignorant woman with a torch in her hand
That burned me pretty baby and turned her down
That burned me pretty baby with a torch of freedom in her hand
Do you need it more exactly is this something that you could reach in
Do you need it more exactly big burning to begin
Do you need it more exactly is this something that you could reach in
Do you need it more exactly big burning to begin