I've heard too much about the people in the ghetto

Heard too much about the working class motto

How you don't know life if you ain't seen the street

Racialist poor against the racialist elite

A million people in factory and office

Aware there's something missing, but living with their losses

There's no fight to get where they'd rather be

Only the accepting of dependency

Wait in the shop, for what you ain't got

Lying on the beaches for the social elite

Working 9 to 4, revolved around more

Fear, guilt, abuse, love and moral truth

War in your bedroom, bodies in your fridge

Domestic violence, the tomb you dig

Rules for survival, rules that they wrote

Thinking it's your freedom when it's rammed down your throat

On the boundary, choose your family

Choose what school, no choice at all

Choose what church, allow you to hurt

Choosing your power, choosing your hour