September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

And the eyes of the world are
watching now
watching now

:beer:

I'll put a gun to a bunny like choose
Say somethin' funny or bunny go boom

^ "Bunny go boom" That is so good!
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I wait my turn on the broken stair,
get me the girl with the golden hair.
Oh, yeah.
"Leave your clothes there,
on the folding chair."
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In a marble room I stand alone, somewhere in the heart of Rome,
down old arcades of broken stone, and gardens long since overgrown...
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Trip, trip to a dream dragon.
Hide your wings in a ghost tower,
Sails cackling at every plate we break.
Cracked by scattered needles
The little minute gong coughs and clears his throat.

“Windows are out, however. No windows. I have enough trouble with what I can see through the wall.”

“He remained on his bench for an immaculately inconspicuous and legal length of time, his somewhat deranged head all the roof he’d been enjoying for a while yet, his only a mirror a shocking but swiftly curtailed couple seconds of eye contact with an elderly woman who happened to turn to him in passing her crumpled, thrown-away face. Putting up his collar, he slowly got to his feet, staggering in a manner that was practically unnoticeable, and doing a marvelous impression of somebody not crushed by dread as he moved on, soon lost from sight in the rain, which was not really falling that much harder.”

"Secrets need keepers/finders get found under the bleachers"

"Babylon a use dem brain
Suggest you do the same
Left on that note
English Channel backstroke"

"So begins the time of sorrows
Night of the Long Knives/we gon ride through your sleepy hollow
The lynch mob gathers; fire in the eyes, courage borrowed"

"Dumb out/stupid nice
Waiting For Superman
Classroom fulla Kryptonite"

"I’m wired
Can’t sleep behind a fade someone caught last week
King of the Wild Things
Made it home for supper
You should see the other kid
He’s a dead motherfucker"

And just this whole verse
"Staged shooting/Praise God they missed me
Unsolved mysteries/started from the upper middle
Closed the gap quickly
Sold soul to the devil replete with hidden fees
You ****ing with a gypsy
White man handshake/twinkle in eye
You caught a bad break
Two half-truths but not one lie
The new guy got my spidey sense in overdrive
Dog, in the grand scheme I was just a cog
Lawyer said forget about getting off
It’s about damage control/ so hot he stop drop & roll
Yet the pack was sold before he copped
King of All Blacks/the new Pac"

Have you woke up screaming in the silence of the night?
You wish you could start dreaming in clouds of white
But everything could change tonight
When you duel with the devil living in your mind

Time reveals nothing, it's a suicide love affair
Whispers in the darkness and revolution in the air
Will you see or look behind
When you duel with the devil living in your mind

April 26th, 1992
There was a riot on 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 my 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?

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
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 comin' up and stayin' on top
And screamin' 1-8-7 on a mother fuckin' cop
It's not in the paper, it's on the wall
National guard
Smoke from all around

'Cause as long as I'm alive, I'ma 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
Tuskaloosa, Alabama
Cleveland, Ohio
Fountain Valley, Paramount, Victorville
Eugene, Oregon
Eureka, California
Hesperia
Santa Barbara
Winnemucca, Nevada
Phoenix, Arizona
San Diego
Lakeland, Florida
fuckin' 29 Palms

"Coming live at five, we got new news breaking
You heard it here first if you don't die waiting
Hard to review the scene I just seen
I'ma try to convey, but it defies explaining
Started with folks just crying
Nothing but broken hearts, sobs, and the shriek of the sirens
Right at the spot where the blood's still drying"

I am orange man
Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
We'll just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
Where he traveled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfold
Now the time is here
For orange man to spread fear
Vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved
Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge
Heavy boots of lead
Fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Orange man lives again