They make us cut our locks, by their piercing looks
We change our wardrobes, so we are not labeled rebels
So we can fit, and attain goals masked by the mist
How they rule over our creative souls is cruel.
They say we look shabby, and out goes our ragged denim
That music its too loud, and there we are turning it down
Rock and roll is the devil's, at them we could throw pebbles
But why don't we? Scared spineless we!
Hiding our tattoos, as if they were marks of failure
Not pursuing painting, for we can't defend what is for sure
Here we are frustrated, with a boring job to endure
If only we made that call, do we not know our cure?
Shifting in our coloured skin, as if we don't belong
Speaking silence, for fear of saying it wrong
Are we not of this race, this very human song
Of freedom, of power? enslaved for how long?
You marry her, and yet you kiss his face
In the closet you sit and long for same else
Unfair to your wife and untrue to yourself
All because they prosecute and persecute
Why do we let them prevail, and retreat behind our veils
Have we a good response? have we no bravery as to riposte?
Its a shame, that we have no name amongst them
But what they call us, make us, FAKE US!
