Los Angeles in 1992
The streets of the Inner City
Were ablaze and shattered
If the people had gone to the enemies’ homes
The US Army would have been deployed
Why can't we all just get along?
A lone voice of sanity
Prophetically uttered in that prelude to summer
When the cops got a covert license
To go wild for miles and miles
When they tore the myths to shreds
Leaving the real
In their clutches, in reality being strangled and choked
Dead, dead, dead
People armed to the teeth
Cannot get along
Sorry Rodney, I wish to retain the right
To kill you
If you tried to date my daughter
Or if you conducted a sacrificial pig slaughter
Or if god forbid, you won the lottery
Takin’ from me my motherfuckin’ money
Believe it man, whether
Or not, it’s all tied together
Like a cancerous growth of White racism renewed
In the heart of what was supposed to be the promised land
Looks like humans will just die
And the home of the free will have to relocate
To another place.