I used to love shopping in markets . It used to be good . A source of a bargain . A need to feel good . It used to be a place to head for . A chat a shopping spree . A place to feel free . Now it's a place where only eyes are seen . The blackness of their clothes . Their faces never seen . It's like another world . You feel that it's not right . Feel that your not wanted . You feel you are intruding into a world that shouldn't be . No go areas creeping in all over . The calling to the Mosk Just look over your shoulder . Interbreeding is Ripe . Dodgy Deals morning and night . A world of Deciet . A lifetime of change . You know it doesn't feel right .