Lyrics:

There's a campaign of hate

Its waiting at the school gates

For what I am not aware

Whisper what you wrote

What you write, you swore and you swear

Now remember why you came

Not to play follow the leader, no no



Poor kids dressing like they're rich

Rich kids dressing like they're poor

White kids talking like they're black

I tried it with Charlene

And I spent three days on my back



But she said baby...

I like the cut of your J.I.B.

Don't believe them when they say

That you don't get nothing for free