Tower of Power

in the cells the feds all question me
wivout justification took away me liberty
is we still chained to the irons of slavery
who sez shame is all in our history
livin in the illusion of wot it is to be free

told am lucky an am escaping jail
lack of evidence am released on bail
Sergeant Pilate on a cross would see me nail
in this land where justice is for sale
wieghed an measured on his prefixed scale

nothin but fear wiv a spiteful tongue
wonderin why i hate the white man babylon
ghettos all across the nation
have to live in isolation
dont be spreading poor contamination

aint never been a gangsta solja
dont believe i wos stolen from africa
have no ties to asia or india
resented for dna comin from arabia
UK aint no multi racial utopia

an all them wielding the swords of power
cant see the streets from ther high tower
masses going hungry for them bread
blind from the eyes of those well fed
our only assistance in steel an lead
slowly drownin in the blood we shed
an the people in the tower look down in hate
while Antoinette screams "let dem eat cake"