Black Power

The fever is running through my veins.
My blood is boiling, it is always the same.
I keep on running, but still the pictures are coming.
I can´t resist, my brain is a mess.
I can´t resist, I am addicted to drugs she says.
Black pain, black power, black skin, black desire.
You are all the same, your image keeps running through my brain.
I need the dope, I need it fast.
I need the kick, the smell, and I need it fast.