Riot!

Old heads sayin'
Why them people outside
Tryna keep them young boys quiet
Get low
Why?
Them young boys wild
Lookin' at 'em 'bout to start a riot
Good Lord!
Why them people outside?
Tryna keep them young girls quite
Get low
Why?
Them young girls wild
Lookin' at 'em bout to start a riot
Good Lord!

Look at all the red
Some whites in blue
No rights
Incites
The fight in you
For life
You no nice
You no like my hue
You strike we stand straight as a stripe on cue
And you ask
Why we burning up the neighborhood?
As if the ghetto was created for the greater good
It’s even burning where the savior stood
We trying to self destruct
This what will make you do it
Tryna find a nugget of truth
In something
Other than art
Somewhere other than youth
It’s all lies
Everything under your roof
To learn that history’s been slanted just to keep you aloof
It reaches moments
When even the righteous choose violence
From silence to siren
A seismic environment
In life’s maze
Maybe what’s left is the right way
I hate to blacken yo white day
But old heads sayin

Old heads sayin'
Why them people outside
Tryna keep them young boys quiet
Get low
Why?
Them young boys wild
Lookin' at 'em 'bout to start a riot
Good Lord!
Why them people outside?
Tryna keep them young girls quite
Get low
Why?
Them young girls wild
Lookin' at 'em bout to start a riot
Good Lord!

No way left to temper the temperature of the town
Hear the brush with death painting Crimson across the ground
Down
Now, get behind something
A cause or some cover
Take aim or take suffering
News cameras never get the pause
Only want the rumble in the jungle when they popping out the claws
Civil rights suddenly got a clause
Declaring martial law
Too many ninjas tightening up they bras
Being lioness doesn't make it a lion less
And hunting down the Cubs is good way to lie in rest
Yes
Stress and pressure bust pipes
Know it ain't fun when the rabbits behind the sights
Seeing fires burning as bright as the city lights
Fueled by revolt its highest voltage ignite
Generations behind with numbers in decline
Are now the ones peeking out the blinds
In these times saying why

Old heads sayin'
Why them people outside
Tryna keep them young boys quiet
Get low
Why?
Them young boys wild
Lookin' at 'em 'bout to start a riot
Good Lord!
Why them people outside?
Tryna keep them young girls quite
Get low
Why?
Them young girls wild
Lookin' at 'em bout to start a riot
Good Lord!

Can I get an
R for the Riot?
E for emotion?
D for devotion?
What’s the commotion
You ask why we burn up the streets that we live on
Did we get that notion
From across the ocean
Such self destruction
Pain and the misery
We know nothing of infamy
Let’s roll play the history
Book
Reverse psychology the apology
That civil war wasn’t fought for me
It was economy
Look
Abe free’d slaves
Date recorded
But it took a hundred years to piss in the same toilet
Abe free’d slaves
Date recorded
But it took a hundred years to piss in the same toilet

Why them people outside
Tryna' keep them young girls quiet?

Conditioned to hate self since we met Christians
And taught that God needs negus us in full submission
To man
This a devilish plan
To pull that monkey business off you’d need one helluva clan
Ya understand?
A devilish plan
To pull that monkey business off you'd need one helluva Klan
One helluva Klan
One helluva
Klan
Klan
Klan