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 the alcohol I can't afford

With red lights flashin' time to retire

Then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire

Next stop as 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 every year

Some kids went in a store with thief mother

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 the fuckin police

It's about coming up and staying on top or screamin' 187

on a mofo cop

It's not written on the papers, but its written on the wall

National guard smoke from all around