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)