R.I.P. (Racism, Ignorance, Prejudice)

The outcast bunch crossed the neon city doorways

Under the scorn of the busy businessmen

"that scum is still the same

Must shoot them to death."

Homeless like Black Angel are relegated to the lowest degree

RIP (RACISM, IGNORANCE, PREJUDICE)

But the master keeps on preaching

Philosophing between failures and sucess

Sharing streets with knifes, nipers and street vendors

Hundreds of wide open hearts taken by simples words of hope

Feeding the hungry crowds

Ired of routine and the sansara's wheel

RIP (RACISM, IGNORANCE, PREJUDICE)