What's Wrong With Me - Praga Khan

I know the name, I know the game

Humiliation, segregation, discrimination

A cross held high up in the air

You don’t like me, you despise me

I am the victim of racial hate

I am the sin, evil within, the social bin

The human soul, she lost control, lost track of time

Because of lies, we threw the dice

And wait for better days, we wait in disgrace

There is that look on your face

yes there’s something about you

That makes me wonder, why?

You got that look on your face

Yes there’s something about you

That makes me wonder, what’s wrong with me?

It’s in your blood, it’s in your vains

Extermination, accusation, condemnation

A wall of pain, that can never be climbed

But must be taken down, down to the ground

Have you ever felt feelings of remorse

You couldn’t seem to control your anger, you’re torn

A fist of rage, a lack of hope

Because of lies we threw the dice

And wait for better days, we wait in disgrace