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April 26th 1992 There was a riot on the streets Tell me where were you? You were sittin' home watchin' your TV While I was participating in some anarchy First spot we hit it was my liquor store I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford With red lights flashin', time to retire And so we turned that liquor store into a structure fire Next stop we hit it was tme music shop It only took one brick to make that window drop Finally we got our own PA Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearin' today? When we returned to the pad to unload evreything It dawned on me that I need home furnishings So once again, we filled the van untill it was full Since that day my livin' room's been much more comfortable Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here It's gettin' harder, and harder, and harder each and every year Some kids went in a store with their mother I saw her when she came out she was gettin' some pampers She said it was for the black man, she said it was for the mexican But not for the white man But if you look at the streets, it wasn't about Rodney King, and this fucked up situation And these fucked up police It's about comin' up, and stayin' on top And screamin' 187 on a mother fucking cop It's not in the paper, but it's written on the wall NATIONAL GUARD!Smoke from all around! Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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