April 26,1992

There was a riot on the streets,

tell me where were you?

You were sittin' home watchin' your TV,

while I was paticipatin' in some Anarchy.

First spot we hit it was my liqour store.

I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford.

With red lights flashin' time to retire,

And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire.

Next stop we hit it 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 you're hearing today?

Hey!

Never doin no time

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.

Some kids went in a store with thier mother,

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,

and 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

and screamin' 187 on a mother fuckin' cop.
It's not written on the paper it's on the wall.

National guard??!

Smoke from all around,

bo! bo! bo!  Let it burn, wanna let it burn,
wanna let it burn, wanna wanna let it burn
Riots on the streets of Miami