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and here I stand, redskin fist of powerclawing at the strains of racismit turns to black, 'cos I'm so very crediblebut you keep losing track'cos you don't see, my colour in your melting pot of lovewhere everybody's brownso here I stand, knee deep in your soiled heritagethat's so charmingly undergroundso here I stand (stand stand) (x4) so here I stand, I'm looking at my sad, sad eyesthey slowly turn at rageoh what a shame, I can't contain my basic nigga-rageand lust for violenceso here we are, the cry goes out for war
London's east end burning to the groundso here we stand, blackened fist of powersame old scarred-up-faces we condemn
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