Praga Khan

What's Wrong With Me?

Praga Khan


I know the name, I know the game
Humiliation, segregation, discrimination
A cross held high up in the air
You don't like me, you despise me
I am the victim of racial hate
I am the sin, evil within, the social bin
The human soul, she lost control, lost track of time
Because of lies, we threw the dice
And wait for better days, we wait in disgrace

There is that look on your face
yes there's something about you
That makes me wonder, why?
You got that look on your face
Yes there's something about you
That makes me wonder, what's wrong with me?

It's in your blood, it's in your vains
Extermination, accusation, condemnation
A wall of pain, that can never be climbed
But must be taken down, down to the ground
Have you ever felt feelings of remorse
You couldn't seem to control your anger, you're torn
A fist of rage, a lack of hope
Because of lies we threw the dice
And wait for better days, we wait in disgrace