April 26,1992 there was a riot on the
steets tell me where were you.
You were sittin' home watchin' your t.v.,
well I was participating in some anarchy.
First spot we hit it was my liquor store
I finally got all the alcohol I can't afford
With red light's flashin' it was time to retire,
and then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire
Next stop we hit was the music shop,
it only took one brick to make that window drop
Finally we got our own p.a.,
where do you think I got this guitar that your hearing today.
When we returned to the pad to unload everything
it dawned on me that I need new home furnishing
So once again we filled the van until 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 getting harder and harder and harder each and every year
Some kids went in a store with their mother
I saw 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 this fucked up situation and the fuckin' police
It's about coming up and staying
on top and screamin 187 on a motherfuckin' cop
It's not on the papers, it's on the wall
National guard smoke from all around