April 29, 1992 (Miami) lyrics
by Sublime
April 29, 1992
There was a riot on the streets tell me where were you
You were sittin home watching your TV
While I was participating in some anarchy
The first spot we hit it was my liquor store
I finally got all the alcohol I can't afford
With red lights flashing it time to retire
Then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire
The next stop we hit it was my music shop
It only took one brick to make that window drop
Finally we got our own PA
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 took the van out until it was full
Since that day my living room's been much more comfortable
Cause everybody in the 'hood has had it up to here
It getting harder and harder and harder each and every year
Two kids went in a store with their mother
I saw 'em when they came out they were getting some pampers
They said it 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 about this fucked up situation and these fucked up police
It's about comin up and staying on top
And screamin 1-8-7 on a mother-fucking cop
It's not in the paper it's on the walls
National Guard, smoke from all around
Let it burn, won't you let it burn
Won't you let burn, won't you won't you let burn
(until it's ashes)
Riots on the streets of Miami
Riots on the streets of Chicago
In San Francisco, Cleveland, Ohio.....
(won't you let it burn.....)
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