Two boys on a play ground
Tr'yn to push each other down
See the crowd gather round

Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd

Black Gold in a white plight

Won't you feel up the tank, let's go for a ride
I don't care 'bout no wheel chair
I've got to much left to do with my life


Moving backwards through time
Never learn, never mind

That side's yours, this side's mine
Brother you ain't my kind


You're a Black soldier, white fight
W'ont you feel up the tank lets's go for a ride
Sure like to feel some pride

But this place just makes me feel sad inside

Mother: Do you know where your kids are tonight??


Keep the kid's, of the street
Give them something to do, something to eat

This spot was a playground
This flat land used to be a town


Black gold in a white plight
W'ont you fell up the tank lets go for a ride
Sure like to feel some pride

But this place makes me feel sad inside

Back Gold in a white plight

wont you feel up the tank lets go for a ride
I don't care 'bout no wheelchair
I've got to much left to do with my life