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