In his own backyard
He can't smell the bad
He thinks he is in paradise
Maybe with all the greed and corruption
On local issues and developments
Something tangible must be done
You can't say what we already know
Democracy here is one third to the people
You make all kinds of promises
Even you don't believe it yourself
Right in your own backyard
You can't smell the bad
Racism rears its bad taste
You don't seem to know...
You are afraid to put them down
Until the cancer spreads to the bone
Projects for cronies
Tracking for one race solutions
Leaving the others to find own uses
You pretend not to know
2 kind of laws
For the people living here
Left and right and center
The drum beats loud or soft to the ears
We have seen the dirty work
We have decided for change
The era of the party reign
It will be over in the end
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