April 29 1992 Lyrics - Singles - Sublime

April 29th, 1992 

There was a riot on the 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 that window drop 

Finally we got our own P.A. 

Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today? 

Because as long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal 

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 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 

I go in the store where their mother and kids 

And 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, but not for the white man 

But if you look at the streets, it wasn't about Rodney King 

It's bout this fucked up situation and these fucked up police 

It's about coming up and staying on top 

And screamin' 187 on a mother fuckin' cop 

It's ain't in the paper, it's on the wall 

So national guard, smoke from all around! 

Homicide, never doing no time 

Give me my share, my share 

Gimme my share, I want it 

Gimme my share, I need it now, I need it now 

My share, a wicked one who doesn't wanna see me go 

Just gimme my share, I want it, gimme my share 

But you don't want to give it to me 

You don't wanna see me go 

Gimme my share, I want it, gimme my share 

But there is a wicked one