PAROLES
Because my sister can’t wear her crown
There’s trouble, there’s trouble in town
Blood on the beach, oh my goodness
There’s blood on the beach
Low-ride the jungle, are the lower of the streets
There’s blood on, there’s blood on the beach
And I get no shelter, and I get no peace
And I never get released
Trouble in town, because they hung my brother brown
Because the system just keep it down
This trouble, this trouble in town
And I get no shelter, and I get no peace
And I just get more policed
And I get no comfort, and I get no name
Everything is getting strange