Oversexed, underpaid and over here
into crime, into drugs and lazy
jungle music, reggae this and hip hop that
labels for brothers and chains to fasten down

Yet, when you excel and do well decently
no criminal records, no excesses, no sin
the racists come calling to take you down
this here ain't a gang member, no blood no crips

Look he works, married, quiet and decent
ya, he's for the taking cause we are Robin Hoods
so racist crooks stole and demanded extortion money
for a brother to live in peace for being over here

You can't do that, I have my rights was a crime
the racist crooks become wild and started their campaign
that brother is on slow death except he leaves
no more work and no more living, no more joy only existing

Now you're a monk, jobless, alone and over here
we are later days Robin Hoods though we're just ghetto hoods
who resent seeing a brother faring well and doing better
and know what we have the grapevine and contacts to do you

This ain't no game of chess as we lied to the monkeys
this is serious **** to drive you mad and send you packing
we want you six feet under for being blameless and proper
our Robin Hood **** and solidarity **** brings in the punters
we are crooks and we know how to duck and dive and spin
the yarn