Texty: Skunk Anansie. Paranoid And Sunburnt. And Here I Stand.

And here I stand, redskin fist of power
Clawing at the stains of racism
It turns to black, 'cos you're so very credible
But you keep losing track

'Cos you don't see, my color in your melting pot of love
Where everybody is brown
So here I stand, knee deep in your soiled heritage
That's so charmingly underground

So here I stand
(Stand, stand)
So here I stand
(Stand, stand)
So here I stand
(Stand, stand)
So here I stand
(Stand, stand)

So here I stand, I'm looking at my sad, sad eyes
They slowly turn to rage
Oh what a shame, I can't contain my basic nigga-rage
And lust for violence

So here we are, the cry goes out for war
London's east end burning to the ground
So here I stand, blackened fist of power
Same old scarred-up-faces we condemn

So here I stand
(Stand, stand)
So here I stand
(Stand, stand)
So here I stand
(Stand, stand)
So here I stand
(Stand, stand)

So here I stand
(Stand, stand)
So here I stand
(Stand, stand)
So here I stand
(Stand, stand)
So here I stand
(Stand, stand)

So here and here I stand
(Stand, stand)
So here I stand
(Stand, stand)
So here I stand
(Stand, stand)
So here I stand
(Stand, stand)

So here I stand
(Stand, stand)
So here I stand
(Stand, stand)
So here I stand
(Stand, stand)
So here I stand
(Stand, stand)

My nigga rage, nigga rage
Nigga rage, nigga rage
Nigga rage, rage
Nigga rage, rage
Rage, rage, rage