Letra de Rip (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 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)