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[Tony G.]
"I will use whatever force is necessary
To restore order
What is going on in L.A. must and will stop
As your president
I guarantee it
This violence will end" --] George Bush

[A.L.T.]
(Verse 1)
The gasoline can, the gasoline man
Is comin' to town, cause I got a tan
He's puttin' a cross in the middle of my lawn
Lightin' it up like [{*fuckin'*}] (???)
Yo, is this a game
Who gets the blames
When you see a circle of Christ up in flames
My family cries
I cover my daughter's eyes
Hang my head low, but I'm not suprised
I gotta get away from the drama
See, my child's only three, can she handle the drama
A truck drives away
The screech of a tire
A tear in my wife's eye, plus
A
Reflection of a cross on fire
But I
Admire how she handles what happenin'
All because my first [{*fuckin'*}] album went platinum
Had to buy a big white house with a big green metal
Should've kept my Mexican ass in the ghetto
I speak to the people
I keep it to the streets
But this is what happens
Inbetween the sheets

(Verse 2)
Three hitchhikers in the heart of Mississippi
Two black men and a friend who's a hippie
When up rolled a pent-up truck
With three white boys and they drunk as [{*fuck*}]
One black man's way, he gave a trial on hold
But this killer [{*motherfucker*}] had a nylon rope
So he ran like a raccoon
And got chased by a platoon
When they caught him, they hit 'em and they beat 'em down
Just because his skin was too brown
Wanna see my face, you n***a, you spook
It was President Bush, Daryl Gates and David Duke
They stood him on a milk crate
Put a noose on his neck and kicked it
It's too late
This is more than rhymes on beats
This is what happens
Inbetween the sheets

[A.L.T.]
I'm on a midnight train and I'm headed for her chocha
The same type of [{*shit*}] that I already told ya
I seen a brother get beat by five cops
And this one-way train wasn't makin' no stops
Stop
Damn
Damn, stop
(Verse 3)
I couldn't take it
Though I was goin' insane
I stood up and scream
"STOP THE TRAIN!"
Jumped off the train, ran a half mile back
With this brother of color, and he was still gettin' jacked
Five went the pace, caught a beatdown too
I guess what they say about the south is true
I grabbed a gun from one of the police
The [{*motherfuckin'*}] cop got shot with his own piece
This is more than rhymes on beats
Now I'm a John Doe
And I'm inbetween the sheets