April 26 1992

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[Verse 1]
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April 26th, 1992
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There was a riot on the streets, 
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tell me, where were you?
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While you were sitting home, 
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watching your TV
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While I was participatin' in some 
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anarchy
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First spot we hit it was my liquor 
store
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I finally got all that alcohol I 
can't afford
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With red lights flashing, time to 
retire
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And then we turned that liquor 
           D5
store into a structure fire

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Next stop we hit it was the music 
shop
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It only took one brick to make that
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 window drop
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Finally, we got our own P.A
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Where do you think I got this 
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guitar that you're hearing today? 
Hey
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Homicide, never doin' no time


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[Verse 2]
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When we returned to the pad to 
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unload everything
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It dawned on me that I need new 
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home furnishings
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So, once again, we filled the van 
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until it was full
D5                             
Since that day, my living room's 
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been much more comfortable
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'Cause everybody in the hood has 
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had it up to here
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It's getting hotter, and hotter and
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 harder, each and every year
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Some kids went in a store with 
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their mother
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I saw her when she came out, she 
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was getting some Pampers
D5
They said it was for the black man
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They said it was for the Mexican, 
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and not for the white man
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But if you look at the street, it 
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wasn't about Rodney King
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And this fucked up situation, and 
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these fucked up police
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It's about coming up and staying on 
top
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And screaming, "187 on a 
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motherfuckin' cop"
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It's not in the paper, it's on the 
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wall
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National Guard, Smoke from all 
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around


[Verse 3]
D5            A
Let it burn, wanna let it burn
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Wanna let it burn
D5                    A
Wanna, wanna let it burn


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Riots on the streets of Miami
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Woah, riots on the streets of 
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Chicago
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On the streets of Long Beach
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And San Francisco, Boise, Idaho
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Riots on the streets of Kansas City
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Salt Lake, Huntington Beach, 
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California
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Tuscaloosa, Alabama, Arcada, 
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Clarkston, Michigan
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Cleveland, Ohio
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Fountain Valley, Texas, Barstow 
(Let's do this every year
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Bear Mountain, Victorville (Twice a 
Year)
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Eugene, OR, Eureka, CA (Let it burn,
 let it burn)
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Hesperia (Won't ya let it burn, 
won't'cha, won't'cha let it burn?)
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Santa Barbara, Cuyamca, Nevada, (Let
 it burn)
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Phoenix, Arizona
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San Diego, Lakeland, Florida (Won't 
you let it burn?)
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Fuckin... we're not pawns (Won't you
 let it burn? Let it burn)