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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 paticipating in some anarchy
First spot we hit it was the liqour store
I finally got all the alcohol I can`t afford
Red lights flashin` time to retire
Then we turned that liquor store
into a structure fire
Next stop it was the music shop,
It only took one brick to make the window drop
Finally we got our own p.a.
Where do you think I got this guitar
that you`re hearing today

When we returned to the pad to unload everything,
It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings
So once again we filled the van until it was full
Since that day my livin` room`s been more comfortable
Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here
It`s getting harder and harder
and harder each and every year
A girl went in the store with her mother
And I saw her when she came out
she was gettin some pampers
They said it was for the black man
They 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
It`s bout this fucked up situation
and these fucked up police
It`s about coming up
and staying on top
or screamin` 187 on a mother fucking cop
It`s not written on the papers
but its written on the wall
National guard smoke from all around

Riots on the streets of Miami
Riots on the streets of Chicago
On the streets of Longbeach
In San Francisco
Riots on the streets of Kansas City
...
...

Let it burn let it burn let it burn burn burn

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 paticipating in some anarchy
First spot we hit it was the liqour store
I finally got all the alcohol I can`t afford
Red lights flashin` time to retire
Then we turned that liquor store
into a structure fire
Next stop it was the music shop,
It only took one brick to make the window drop
Finally we got our own p.a.
Where do you think I got this guitar
that you`re hearing today

When we returned to the pad to unload everything,
It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings
So once again we filled the van until it was full
Since that day my livin` room`s been more comfortable
Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here
It`s getting harder and harder
and harder each and every year
A girl went in the store with her mother
And I saw her when she came out
she was gettin some pampers
They said it was for the black man
They 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
It`s bout this fucked up situation
and these fucked up police
It`s about coming up
and staying on top
or screamin` 187 on a mother fucking cop
It`s not written on the papers
but its written on the wall
National guard smoke from all around

Riots on the streets of Miami
Riots on the streets of Chicago
On the streets of Longbeach
In San Francisco
Riots on the streets of Kansas City
...
...

Let it burn let it burn let it burn burn burn

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