(Wilson 1st Verse)

I know it sucks struggling for a couple of bucks every check

While these dealers are looking fresh and flashing hundreds in a Lex

And you still ain't got money yet, cause half goes to cover your debt

Better than you running cause they coming to put one in your chest

That's why your always burning sess, because your so fucking stressed

But all we seem to see is just another brother in a mess

It's fucked up how we judge, race, religion, colour and sex

Don't know shit about the person so it's just what we expect

But if you put them to the test they be a cut above the rest

Instead of jumping on the nice when and wherever you wanna step

Like you blind to the rich kids and suburbs clucking for meth

How is crack a black problem when we all have to accept

It can't be solved by your found pen behind a comfortable desk

Church with crackheads on the corner still bugging and haven't slept

I can't even imagine, if one of my cousins was next

Crazy cats are body builders, grabbing the pump for a rep

It's either East or West, wrong sign, or from some other set

A matter of time before they realise there's no justice in death

Cause anyone could bust a tech til' there's nothing left

But if you want respect in the upper left, you better come correct cause

(Chorus)

(DJ Scratching) Why I'm rather unique

(Tom Pepe 2nd Verse)

These days, yo, look, uh

These days well I don't know what to say now

Kids tend to segregate themselves on the playground

And it's happening in BK and Eight Town

Cause the same skin colour hang with the same crowd

So some slide up, and the others slide down

And the white kids climb past the black and the brown

It all seems the same like the past is the now

And the wheels on the bus go round and round but

I been around a lot of towns inside the Pugent Sounds

Standing up for what I feel is right and see I used to clown

But look around and see that people looking down

At each other like they different and kids that makes us all frown

We need to calm down, leaders put your bombs down

Brothers in the human race, the earth is just our mums now

And all that Gangsta bigotry is just the wrong sound

Hip Hop save me from kicking it with wrong clowns

(Chorus)

(DJ Scratching) Why I'm rather unique

(Tom Pepe 3rd Verse)

I'm glad I found a way around the mainstream

I could of drowned in the waters but I stand for my dreams

So the kids who gave a poke could cope through their teens

And learn we're all one if you know what I mean?

But these days well I don't know what to say now

Kids tend to segregate themselves on the playground

And it's happening in BK and Eight Town

Cause the same skin colour hang with the same crowd

So some slide up, and the others slide down

And the white kids climb past the black and the brown

It all seems the same like the past is the now

And the wheels on the bus go round and round and

Go round and round and

The wheels on the bus go round and round and