It was the perfect storm
the Miners strike had ingloriously abated
Scargill and co had taken a pasting
the Reds were incensed, militancy incandescent with rage
M. Thatcher in ascendancy
in East neck of my woods
a new wave of yuppies were buying up properties
the nouveau riche had arrived, the City was booing
the East end was ending south, the natives weren't going west way
and to cap it all
words on the grape-vine
a black rich Prince was living amongst them
living the life, exploiting the disadvantage, taking food from babies
yes! we have a scapegoat here and we know he can't fight back
Lets go get 'em....This is class war, this is war
If you don't know it, you better know it now
Thieves, gangsters, Extortionists and racist have connections
they're called 'wise guys' because they know the juice is in darkness
the devil has the  best stories because it know not the constraint of truth
Mama Capone and the gang Nefarious plus **** Bobby
have called in favours, the net-work activated
we look after our own down here, someone is going to loose arms and legs
this is Class War, the Leftist were not going to take this laying down
Our Guardian reading black yuppie couple were indignant
well I was, the Mrs was now comatose
How can crooks try to extort money from us, burgle us and then start harassing, hounding and terrorizing us
This is England, this is a civilized Nation with the Rule of Law
this is not some Dodge city in the Wild West of 18th century USA
I knew nothing, I believed in fairy tale and Father Christmas
I had at last discovered that the ubiquitous leech I mentioned earlier
was my good-self, something that I would never countenance
in a million years
I had studied earnestly, worked hard to pay for my education,
never took any welfare benefits, was law-abiding, respectful.
cared about others and my community, helped others, gave freely
yet I am now
an arrogant leech, a parasite, a germ, this privileged pompous 'I Am' with a sense of entitlement,..all these courtesy of Red propaganda and worse still, a snitch, a grass who threatened to tell all about the thieves next door and **** Bobby, who assault under-age girls ...
My God In Clear Heaven, are you seeing what is happening here?
Mama Capone has said she was going to steal the match on us
that I was going to be erased and destroyed
I had laughed, ain't done nothing wrong I replied  
How was I to know that under white fleecy clouds you do not need
to do anything wrong to be guilty of the most heinous crimes
You just need to be a quiet decent aspirant black
who would dare stand up to bullying thieves and gangsters
they said I did 'not stand a chance'
This is Nature versus Nurture, whatever they mean
On walls around, Graffiti appears 'Class War Anarchy'
somebody was getting a roasting and pasting and basting
a promising decent life was walking towards the gallows
the masses were crazed with blood lust
Mama Capone was grinning from ear to ear