Текст: Skunk Anansie. 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, my colour 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