skunk anansie
and here i stand
And here I stand, redskin fist of power Clawing at the stains of racism It turns to black, 'cause you're so very credible But you keep losing track  Cause you don't, 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 s-t-a-n-d So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d  So here we stand, I'm looking at my sad, sad eyes They slowly turn at 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 we stand, blackened fist of power Same old scarred-up-faces we condemn  So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d  So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d  My nigga-rage, nigga-rage Nigga-rage, nigga-rage Nigga-rage, rage Nigga-rage, rage Rage, rage, rage