There's an island off the highway
Full of people rich and poor
Some came out seeking glory
Others have nowhere else to go
Pay for pleasure
To stay the pain
The bright lights keep you warm in the rain
Ride the tracks
That run like veins
This concrete island will sink away
Little soldiers play their war games
Like colored pieces on a board
Collaterally racial profiling
Whether by skin or by clothes
Fight for honor
Die for fame
Kill your brother for a god with no name
Sell your family
Steal your name
What more the island will take away?