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