4/30/92 for Rodney King - Lucille Clifton
“so
the body
of one black man
is rag and stone
is mud
and blood
the body of one
black man
contains no life
worth loving
so the body
of one black man
is nobody
mama
mama
mamacita
is there no value
in this skin
mama
mama
if we are nothing
why
should we spare
the neighborhood
mama
mama
who will be next and
why should we save
the pictures”
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Peace Treaty - Kam
“Hittin corners in a six-trey Chevrolet
Rag-top Impalla, top dollar
Got my cousin Laid-Back ridin shotgun
Cause I got the front-and-back hydraulic hot one
Juiced up, and I'm itchin to hit the switches
Crawlin over train tracks, avoidin all ditches
Ice-skatin on the 20-inch tires
Jack up the ass, and flex the gold dayton wires
Now I'm down to take a risk
Gettin geeked up off a compact disc
I went hoppin up Crenshaw, n****s hang loose
Lookin for my homies to celebrate the gang truce
And they about to throw a cook-out
So I'm puttin down the hump, we sailin on the look-out
For C. H. P., I was a teenage gee
So I'm readin a graffiti
The walls say 'peace treaty'
Lookin at the aftermath of the riot
I can still smell the ashes
>From all the clashes
But quiet is kept, it wasn't just the blacks
Everybody was lootin, and had each other's backs
We came through in understandin, demandin
Justice, bust this, we all had our hand in
The cookie jar, took it far enough to make a statement
Daryl Gates - that's where all the hate went
We pass by a swap meet
Been shoppin at for years, but it couldn't stop heat
See ya, wouldn't wanna be your next door neighbor
Less government relief checks, more labor
10 percent blood suckers of the poor took a loss
For exploitation, had to show em who was boss
Teach em not to be so greedy
Had to shut em down, bound by a peace treaty
Bound by a peace treaty
Hit the park, bailed out the car
And seen blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are
N****s showin up from this gang and that gang
Nobody set-trippin, cause it's a black thing
People just partyin, sippin on a cup
Some of the Compton F. O. I. Even showed up
Suited and booted, kickin it with the locs
In unity, soon we'll be lovin all black foks
I heard Solo, bumpin in a Blazer
Clownin on a car phone, blowin up my pager
Watts-Up is on the set
Just checkin out the scenery, brothers I ain't never met
Is hittin me up, I had to swallow my pride
Just kept steppin, hit em up and said, "Right"
Ain't no drama, cause I'm mobbin with Laid-Back
I seen Big Jess, Jay and K-Mac
They used to work them narcotics
Like my n***a L-Wood and Renegade from the street products
We used to jack from the rich, and then give to the needy
But now it's a peace treaty
And now the party's acceleratin
The whole crowd bounce, and sho nuff celebratin
Ain't nobody bustin shots
I bumped into Mike a/k/a Mo' Like Watts
An O. G., cause he's older
Lovin every minute of it, with the camcorder on his shoulder
So he could capture the moment, and reminisce
I'ma always remember this
Because my n****s made the history books
And now the mystery looks
A lot clearer
The man in the mirror
Got power
It's now or
Never, more than ever
Black people have to stick together
But yo, let's hear it for the Bloods and the Crips
I gots to admit it
Y'all brothers did it
I just hope it don't cease
For the sake of all the homies that's restin in peace”
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Riot Act, April 29th, 1992 - Ai Ogawa
“I'm going out and get something.
I don't know what.
I don't care.
Whatever's out there, I'm going to get it.
Look in those shop windows at boxes
and boxes of Reeboks and Nikes
to make me fly through the air
like Michael Jordan
like Magic.
While I'm up there, I see Spike Lee.
Looks like he's flying too
straight through the glass
that separates me
from the virtual reality
I watch everyday on TV.
I know the difference between
what it is and what it isn't.
Just because I can't touch it
doesn't mean it isn't real.
All I have to do is smash the screen,
reach in and take what I want.
Break out of prison.
South Central homey's newly risen
from the night of living dead,
but this time he lives,
he gets to give the zombies
a taste of their own medicine.
Open wide and let me in,
or else I'll set your world on fire,
but you pretend that you don't hear.
You haven't heard the word is coming down
like the hammer of the gun
of this black son, locked out of this big house,
while massa looks out the window and sees only smoke.
Massa doesn't see anything else,
not because he can't,
but because he won't.
He'd rather hear me talking about mo' money,
mo' honeys and gold chains
and see me carrying my favorite things
from looted stores
than admit that underneath my Raider's cap,
the aftermath is staring back
unblinking through the camera's lens,
courtesy of CNN,
my arms loaded with boxes of shoes
that I will sell at the swap meet
to make a few cents on the declining dollar.
And if I destroy myself
and my neighborhood
“ain't nobody's business, if I do,”
but the police are knocking hard
at my door
and before I can open it,
they break it down
and drag me in the yard.
They take me in to be processed and charged,
to await trial,
while Americans forget
the day the wealth finally trickled down
to the rest of us.”
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Black Tie White Noise - David Bowie
“Getting my facts from a Benetton ad
I'm lookin' through African eyes
Lit by the glare of an LA fire
I've got a face, not just my race, Bang Bang I've got you babe
Sun comes up and the man goes down
And the woman comes again
Just an hour or so to be safe from fear
Then we jump through hoops, we're divisible now, just disappear
We reach out over race and hold each other's hands
Then die in the flames singing "we shall overcome"
Whoa! What's going on?
There'll be some blood no doubt about it
But we'll come through don't doubt it
I look into your eyes and I know you won't kill me
You won't kill me
You won't kill me
But I look into your eyes
And I wonder sometimes
Oh Lord, just let him see me
Lord, Lord just let him hear me
Let him call me brother
Let him put his arms around me
Let him put his hands together.
Reach over race and hold each other's hands
Walk through the night thinking we are the world
Woa! What's going on?
There'll be some blood no doubt about it
But we'll come through don't doubt it
I look into your eyes and I know you won't kill me
You won't kill me
You won't kill me
But I wonder why
Yes, and I wonder why sometimes
They'll show us how to break the rules
But never how to make the rules
Reduce us down to witless punks
Fascist cries both black and white,
who's got the blood, who's got the gun.
Putting on the black tie, cranking out the white noise
(Just a fool!)”
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County Building Blues - Kendrick Lamar
“Greeting boys and girls
My name is Petey P
Kendrick's childhood imaginary friend (that’s right)
I am your neighbor
And I’d like to welcome you to good kid, m.A.A.d city
So grab your cartoons and cereal
Your pop guns and fireworks
And sing along
When we grow up we gon go and get us a million
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane
When we grow up we gon go and get us a million
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane
I’ve been waiting on this day since Dr. Dre and Pac
Was on Rosecrans in that burgerstand at '95
People staring at 'em in amazement
Reservations at the Days Inn
We was living out a hotel at the time
Breakfast, lunch and dinner chicken from Kentucky Fried
Mama babysitting Section 8 vouchers the move
When nothing else to lose but a burger flipping job
Close my eyes inside the swap meet and imagine it's a mansion
Gold ballroom, AK-47 dancing
Howling at the moon, what’s a pack of hungry babies?
Hope you feed us soon, bite your back, you die of rabies
Everyday we pray to eat at the table at Sizzlers
But never make the visit, if better days was on its way
Then they make the decision, to make the wrong turn
So for now we heat this skillet so this canned food can burn
(Oh I remember that, it was the ravioli with the hot sauce in it, right?)
When we grow up we gon go and get us a million
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane
When we grow up we gon go and get us a million
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane
And all the ghetto children in the world say, “that’s my car”
All the ghetto boys say, “that’s my car”
All the ghetto girls say, “that’s my car”
When we grow up, when we grow up
Ghetto children in the world say, “that’s my car”
All the ghetto boys say, “that’s my car”
All the ghetto girls say, “that’s my car”
When we grow up, when we grow up
Couple stolen T.V.'s and a seat belt for my safety
Played the passenger I think it’s five years after eighty
Seven, do the math, ‘92 don’t you be lazy
Looking out the window, notice all the essentials
Of a block party that stop for a second, then it rekindle
Like a flame from a trick candle, everybody got dental
Insurance ‘cause we ‘bout to floss, you get that couch I sent you?
I heard that from a block away, probably had credentials
Of a scholar but s**t not today, them Dayton Spokes was his to take
Refrigerators, barbecue pits, and Jordan kicks
They did invasions while helicopters recorded it
Hello Mi-Mister Miyagi, I want them Kenwood woofers
Say that you got me if not, I’ll dig in your drawer for it
The swap meet was the bulls' eye like Tauruses
Murder was the melody you should know what the chorus is
"Papa you really telling me we can just get some more of it
If we run out?" He said, “lil n***a today the poor is rich
Don’t tell your mom that you seen a Molotov bomb
If she ask just know you have to lie and son don’t forget
B*****s ain’t shit, h**s ain’t neither
N****s gon snitch, watch the company you keeping
And one day you’ll put money in the ghetto when you got it
Rather than having to hustle off these Rodney King riots"
(That’s right the mothaf****n’ Rodney King
You was with your daddy on Bullis Road)
When we grow up we gon go and get us a million
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane
When we grow up we gon go and get us a million
Spend it all in front of the county building
Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane”
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Hellrazor - Tupac Shakur
“Major! Hell motherf***in' yeah
This one goes out to my n**** Mike Coolin', hell yeah
Mama raised a hellrazor, born thuggin'
Heartless and mean, muggin' at sixteen
On the scene watchin' fiends buggin'
Kickin' up dust with the older G's
Soakin' up the game that was told to me
I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned
Not to trust the b**** from the prostitutes, was taught lessons
A young n**** askin' questions while other suckers was guessin'
I was ganked for sexin'
Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin' class
And I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'
Mobbin' through the overpa** laughin'
While these other motherf***ers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a n****'s clout, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger
'Cause some n**** tried to kill me
And mama raised a hellraizor, everyday gettin' paid
Police on my pager, straight stressin'
A fugitive my occupation is under question
Wanted for investigation, and even though
I'm marked for death, I'ma spark til I lose my breath
Motherf***ers, every time I see the paper
I see my picture, when a n****'s gettin' richer
They come to get ya, it's like a motherf***in' trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein' black
Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin' major, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor
Dear Lord can ya feel me
Stress gettin' major, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major
Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign
Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin'
Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure
Why you let the police beat down n****s
I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is safe
While the po' babies restin' in the early graves
God come save the youth
Ain't nothin' else to do but have faith in you
Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand
And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
Crooked cop killin' Glock, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? Show a way
I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go away
And everywhere I turn I see n****s burn
Every n**** that I knows on death row
My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price
Little young motherf***er doin' triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin' better
If my n**** knew the truth he'd hit the roof
Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, f*** the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts
Gettin' drunk off that Tanqueray gin
Bout to break my n**** out the f***in' pen
Mama raised a hellrazor, uh, yeah
C'mon, uh, mama raised a hellrazor
Uh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin' major (Lord be my savior, uh)
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major
Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
A young n**** tryin' to make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin' please come and save me!
The whole world done made a n**** crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin' die motherf***er and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, I cause s***
Thug Life motherf***er, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
'Cause do or die gettin' high til the bury me
Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news I see busta' girl killin' 'Tasha
Now I'm screamin' f*** the world, in the end
It's my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my dick when my s*** drop
Thug Life motherf***er I lick shots
Every n**** on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
Let a n**** be strapped, f***ed up, and high
With my hands on the trigger, Thug n****
Stressin' like a motherf***in' drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellrazor why cry
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die”
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My Summer Vacation - Ice Cube
“This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
Damn G the spot's gettin' hot
So how the f**k am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at n****s through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the f**k can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That's cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin', n****s look shady
But they can't fade South Central
Cause bustin' a cap is fundamental
Checkin' out every block close
Seein' which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a you Bone, and let's clear these n****z out
Hey hey man, whats up n***a?
Yo, well this Lench Mob n***a!
Now clearin' 'em out meant casualties
Still had the L.A. mentality
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Wouldn't you know, a driveby in Missouri
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin' in the Valley
Triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali
Breakin' off rocks like Barney Rubble
Cause them mark-a*s n****s don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Getting b*****s and they can't stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
Now the s**t's like a war
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks whirl when the gat bust
Four jheri curl n****s kickin' up dust
And some of them are even lookin' up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin' that gang fuss
Giving up much love
Dyin' for a street, that they ain't even heard of
But other motherfuckers want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again it's on
Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
Have migrated into East St. Louis
Leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is a nationwide trend
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere"
Boom, my homie got shot he's a goner black
St. Louis n****s want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It's illegal business, n****s still can't stick together
Fuckin' police got the four-one-one
That L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
But we ain't thinkin', bout the boys
Feudin', like the Hatfields and McCoys
Now the s**t's gettin' tricky
Cause now they lookin' for the colors and the khakis
Damn, the spot's gettin' hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin' in Seattle
But the NARC's, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a n***a while he's yawnin'
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherf****n' drawers
Tryin' to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old n***a stuck
And the public defender ain't givin' a fuck
The fool must be sparkin'
Talkin' about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like Northside
And it's a riot if any one of us die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the motherf****n' years that I'm facin'
I'ma end it like this cause you know what's up
My life is f**ked”
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