Street Fulla Nigs

A street fulla people

with fog in their heads

A street fulla people in chains.

A street fulla people 

when the lights come on tomorrow won't change.

A street fulla transfers

attatched to waving arms.

A street fulla dirty drivers

in shiny cars.

My street's fulla dollars

held as tight as wrinkles in their hands. 

A street fulla Nigs 

in nylon leather jackets

A street fulla blacks who are chained.

A street fulla TV's

shouting morals in their ears.

A street fulla complainers

in Macy's suits

A street fulla faceless names.

A street fulla privileged sufferers

settling for Italian motorcycles.

And it might lead to a life in the White House

or it might lead to a wife and a white house

I don't know!

But the day I die

The day I die!

It'll be a normal day

for the people on the other side.

A street fulla Nigs

(repeat)