The hooded from the hoods
dark minds in primitive backwards pits
pettys' from Petty Central
dumbo descendants from Costa Petty
buried in the white salted lowlands
underground bigoted xenophobic haters wearing lies

in gross pain ripped by envious gales
and drenched in jealous storms
seeing a confident and secured gent of color
not from the usual merchandise
of the neutered and the arrested developers

look, he thinks he's better than us
our lowlifes racists moaned
then come the twists, lies and dark propaganda
its solidarity, its revolution, its fight against greed
he's a pig, he's a monster, he's everything bad
do his head in and lets **** him up
we've gone techno now, no more cross burning

confounded in disquiet the pointy hatters seethe
in crisis of hate ignoramus vent and lament
the paragon stands head and shoulder above nits
for in grand jealouy the lessers are lesser coward shadows
poltroons in white satin never reaching sanity
letters are written never having meaning
just what the truth is simpletons will never know
go burn your crosses, you're yesterday ashes already
what is the worth of anyone with no integrity