These Black Kids,
Loitering these streets.
Shattering my white kid's dreams.

These Black Kids,
Shouting empty speeches,
Their words falling into dark, grimy ditches.
Ha!

These Black Kids,
Sweating it out,
In chants and animal-like dance;
Let's give them a chance,
To wear themselves out.

And when the time comes,
We'll silence them; this fight.

Litter varsity entrances with empty bullet cases and teargase cans.
Pack them up in mobile shacks.
Let's stack them up in numbered packs.....