Letra April 29th, 1992 de Sublime

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(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 in here and uh the owner should
at least come down here and see if he can secure his business, if he wants to...)

April 29th, 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 the liquor store
I finally got all that alcohol I can´t afford
With red lights flashin´, time to retire
And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire
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?

(Call fire... respond mobil station. alamidos in anaheim, its uhh flaming up good...)

Cuz´ as long as I´m alive, I´ma live illegal [scratching]

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 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 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 this fucked-up situation and these fucked-up police
It´s about comin´ up and stayin´ on top
And screamin´ 1-8-7 on a mother fuckin´ cop
It´s ain´t in the paper, it´s on the wall
National guard
Smoke from all around

(Any unit, any unit...)

Homicide, never doing no time [scratching]

Give me my share, my share.
Gimme my share, I want it.
Gimme my share, I need it now, I need it now.
My share.
A wicked one who doesn´t wanna see me go.
Just gimme my share, I want it. Gimme my share.
But you don´t want to give it to me,
you don´t wanna see me go.
Gimme my share, I want it, Gimme my share.
But there is a wicked one.

(Units be advised of an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple, 9-3-8
Temple, many subjects with bats trying to get inside the CB´s
house...they´re trying to kill him)