You are surrounded but you are all alone
You see them speak
But you can't hear the words
You are not lost
But you think you are
You are phenomenal
But you think you are just great
So much said
Yet so little spoken
They are killing our kind
And they think we are blind
We are landlords
But we don't own land
I am not mad at the whites
That won't get me anywhere
I am mad at everyone
And I hope that gets me somewhere