[Lyric] Loiter (The Din (UK))

Loiter in the street
With our legs crossed and arms folded
We'll never meet your expectations
So why should we even try
High, high, not low
You mock our clothes
And our hairdos are not for you
We talk too quick
And those swear words make you sick
High, high, not low
It makes me think
We're teetering on the brink
Of a much needed colossal social change
And I can't wait
Till the dust settles
We'll find our way
We don't pretend
To be better than what we are but
We comprehend
Thеre's a line that keeps us apart and it nevеr shall bend
High, high, not low
Like crunching glass
We shall stomp, stamp and let it pass
You come to us
With your fake smile all clogged with rust
High, high, not low
I was born in the badlands
But I'm no bad seed
It's not me - I can't be like them
I won't be like them