You see us on the street, in the store, or in your car You have no comprehension of just who the fuck we are Instead you choose to ignore, or even face the truth Well here's a little from all of us white youth The right to remain violent This right we will uphold Take out some aggressions On your empty, vacant skull Run for your life ‘Cause you're running out of luck Spit in your face ‘Cause I don't give a fuck...No! Sit on your ass, base your views from the T.V. You might as well be dead and you soon might just be A smirk, a snide remark from you, My blood begins to boil How does your face feel buried in the rocky soil