A Fourth World
Xavier Rudd · Live At The Grid [2005]
Here we are under these particular stars Here we stand
Victorian Where the white folk can grow to no so Very
little about the black folk The same folk who rightfully
own This piece of beauty that we call our home Well
negativity is often heard from society With conviction
they preach Not even knowing of whom they speak I guess
it's each to there own Those that want to will know
I guess it's each to there own Because from the top
the views are old and grey Well I feel so ashamed Of
this system and these ways The tiny hearts that lead
our nation And tiny minds that let them in And I see
your confusion I see your pain I see your pain and
your confusion And there's still some with my skin
Who still try and hide the reason
Victorian Where the white folk can grow to no so Very
little about the black folk The same folk who rightfully
own This piece of beauty that we call our home Well
negativity is often heard from society With conviction
they preach Not even knowing of whom they speak I guess
it's each to there own Those that want to will know
I guess it's each to there own Because from the top
the views are old and grey Well I feel so ashamed Of
this system and these ways The tiny hearts that lead
our nation And tiny minds that let them in And I see
your confusion I see your pain I see your pain and
your confusion And there's still some with my skin
Who still try and hide the reason