Fist Full Of Pride
In nervous streets and shabby schools death is anxiously awaited Cheap radios pour images of despair and denial of the innocent blood awaiting unfair trials You smack your lips at their tarnishing pride your cultural superiority has propagated distress, propelling their hatred a cheap way to salvation While you're smacking your lips at their humiliation they're scantily clad in a dress of privation Surviving on hope that's provided in viles A fist full of hatred's your ticket to pride Written October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 01:02 PM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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"In nervous streets and ..."