There's a war around Disneyland,
And there's no love, they don't understand,
Free falling through America,
They have no family with gun in hand,
It's a world self contained,
Wear no colours, but they have a name,
See it in their eyes: racial genocide, blood on the streets.
Love, money, prison, crime,
No graffiti, doing time,
Safe-house, wearing scars,
Got to prove who they are,
Love, money, prison, crime,
No graffiti, doing time,
Safe-house, wearing scars,
Got to prove who they are.
Oh, had to leave their motherland,
Sanctuary for the rebel man,
Where are all of your machine guns stashed?
Freedom is your cocaine in the kitchen trash,
Lived in violence, yeah, all of their life,
Step over bodies, day and night,
They have a habit of spreading fear, here in America.
Love, money, prison, crime,
No graffiti, doing time,
Safe-house, wearing scars,
Got to prove who they are,
Love, money, prison, crime,
No graffiti, doing time,
Safe-house, wearing scars,
Got to prove who they are.
We open our arms, we open our doors,
The world on our shoulders, hope on the shores,
We have stood strong, have bared our soul,
There's an epidemic, it makes my heart so cold.
Love, money, prison, crime,
No graffiti, doing time,
Safe-house, wearing scars,
Got to prove who they are,
Love, money, prison, crime,
No graffiti, doing time,
Safe-house, wearing scars,
Got to prove who they are,
Who they are,
Who they are.
