I was walkin' Miami Beach
I was feelin' so out of reach
It was not like the European nights
It was not like the Broadway lights
They like-a-separate-a-Black from a-Whites
They like-a-separate-a Black from his rights
I was feelin' so out of touch
I don't like this place very much

Walkin' down the road in the boilin' heat
The Miami sun in the middle of the street
See a cop with a club and a gun
The man say he no hurt anyone
He lies through his teeth
With a smilin' face
He cries to the judge and
They close up the case
Now 'ya know this a real and a-true ya' know
What ya' gonna feel and do

I was walkin' down the road in the blistering heat
A bomb explode on a hot concrete
It can happen in a broad daylight
It can happen in the middle of the night
Screech and a scream and a pistol shot
It can't be a dream if it sounds like that
It's a riot in a Liberty City
A race riot such a down right pity
Walkin' down the road one afternoon
Feelin' upset no I'm not immune
Let me tell you a story
Another painful story

What ya' think of a world like that
A clicky lickle world like that
What ya' think of a world like that
A world full a' dread like that

Think!!