undisclosed sources have reported that the kids look like corpses / warped and all distorted / a summer wrecked on X and house arrest / transacting sacks to the yards from the porches / and wild horses cant carry away california divorces / copenhagen hats, skintight pinstripe blue jeans and the bright white Nike Air Forces / the pigs came in so forcibly, they almost didn't bother me / the kids were living liberally, loving all their liberties / started out with a liberal amount / they did a bunch and cut it up and and sold / the rest of what was left to some two bit thief on the street who did a bunch and cut it up and sold the rest of what was left to you and me / and we thought that we were so free but it was a chemical reaction / we thought we were experienced but we were mostly crashing / positioned well on the right side of the sell but everybody yells for the / guys that mix the hoods with sleeveless fashions / first there's violence then there's silence then there's sirens first there's gunshots then there's beat cops then there's chalk on the sidewalks then violins / first there's beer then there's shots then theres cops then next of kin / then violins first there's violence then there's silence then there's sirens / he took the porches like a preacher takes the pulpit / said the nightlife is the only thing that could possibly save us / the turntables have enslaved us the pigs have enraged us / the schoolbuses are slave trains / the billboards are our bloodstains / the kids shout "halleluiah!" let the flyers be our psalms / let the promoters be our prophets, et the sirens be our songs / and the words came from the porches and the kids stood just like soldiers / and every murdered raver was just dying by the hands dealt by the dealers.