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Sublime

April 29th, 1992 (Miami)

 

April 29th, 1992 (Miami)

(album: Sublime - 1996)


(I don't know if you can, but can you get an order for Ons, that's O-N-S, Junior Market, the address is 1934 East Anaheim. All the windows are busted out, and it's like a free-for-all here. And uh, the owner should maybe come down here and see if he can secure his business, if he wants to)

April 26th, 1992
There was a riot on streets
Tell me where were you?
You were sitting home watching your TV
While I was participating in some anarchy

First spot we hit it was my liquor store
I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford
With red lights flashing, time to retire
And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire

The next stop we hit, it was 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?

Alright

("Call fire and tell them respond local station out to meet us at Anaheim. It's uh, flaming up good."
"10-4 Alamidos at Anaheim")

Homicides never doing 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 living 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 her when she came out she was getting 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
In this fucked-up situation and these fucked-up police

It's about coming up and staying on top
And screaming "1-8-7" on a mother fucking cop
It's not in the paper, it's on the wall
National guard
Smoke from all around

(Units, units be advised of an attempted 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple, 9-3-8 Temple.
Thirty subjects with bats trying to get inside the CP's house. He thinks out there trying to kill him.)

As I'm alive, I'mma live illegal

Let it burn
Wanna let it burn, wanna let it burn
Wanna wanna let it burn
(I feel insanity)

Riots on the streets of Miami
Whoa, riots on the streets of Chicago
On the streets of Long Beach
In San Francisco
Riots on the streets of Kansas City
Tuscaloosa, Alabama
Cleveland, Ohio
Fountain Valley, Paramount, Victorville
Eugene, Oregon
Eureka, California
Hesperia
Santa Barbara
Winnemucca, Nevada
Phoenix, Arizona
San Diego
Lakeland, Florida
Fucking 29 Palms

(Any unit to assist Frank-74, Willow at Caspian... structure fire and numerous subjects looting)
(10-15 to get rid of this looter)
(10-4)

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