Besedila: Skunk Anansie. And Here I Stand.

And here I stand, redskin fist of power
Clawing at the stains of racism
It turns to black, cos you're so very credible
But you keep losing track
'cos You don't, my colour in your melting pot of love
Where everybody is brown
So here I stand, knee deep in your soiled heritage
That's so charmingly underground

So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d

So here we stand, I'm looking at my sad, sad eyes
They slowly turn at rage
Oh what a shame, I can't contain my basic nigga-rage
And lust for violence

So here we are, the cry goes out for war
London's east end burning to the ground
So here we stand, blackened fist of power
Same old scarred-up-faces we condemn

So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d

So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d
So here I stand, stand s-t-a-n-d

My nigga-rage, nigga-rage
nigga-rage, nigga-rage
nigga-rage, rage
nigga-rage, rage
rage, rage, rage