Brixton

I saw a new generation coming

Under the smoke of Oakland

In and out, the streets are breathing

Under the smoke of Oakland

Chaos, disorder, looting and loiter

From a blind man praying for some silence

Take a load of my mind, not a

My best intentions always ended in a fight

You can send me to hell, expose me, I'll tell

Take control and tell what they're doing

250 dead, the Tribune read

Oakland's going off like a bomb!

Armageddeon is coming so you better start runnin'

'cause the big wave is comin' to the shore

No surprise that you see through the lies

Of a system rotten to the core

High tech surveillance, paranoia and violence

Keeping the city at a calm

250 dead, the Tribune read

Oakland's going off like a bomb!

Man, it just don't seem right.

See, everytime I turn around it's the same old story.

And it just don't seem right.

And I wonder when's it gonna end?

Knockin' down the doors, slogans on the walls

One said Fight Back & The System Will Fall

Police came out with tear gas and flames

Chaos in the city beating them at the game

Don't pay the poll tax, the headlines read

30 cops beaten, another one dead

The fight lasted on til the break of the night

A thousand angry looters who knew they were right