Organic Food Revolutionaries
The day was gloomy nothing moving
The dread was on some just weight
I slipped up to Dolores Park
To cop a bag of headaches
Hopped a whale the 49 my eyes were red
The driver said
I'm sorry folks everyone off
There's demonstrations up ahead
Well curiosity swept most of us who
Stepped toward the commotion quite emotionless
Like what's the reason for the protest
Turns out this brother was stopped by cops in mad traffic
and they beat him pretty bad
plus a Camera saw it happen
Then this cat with a ponytail
Tie dye shirt and a megaphone
Was going on how it was wrong
We shouldn't take it calm
Armed with picket signs that rhymed
Each possessed a clever anthem
The hands of Feds were busy
Blending in and using cameras
They all just started marching
No Justice No Peace
I was even getting caught up
I just followed them to me peep
They went up towards Nob Hill by California Street
By that big masonic temple that nobody seemed to see
Then the sun began to dip
Somehow we ended up downtown
The Tenderloin awoke
They had gone and done it now
I watched the jewelry store turn into an island shantytown
Watched and listened to the crash as
Radio Shack was clowned
The sneaker store matted
The camera shop drowned
The surplus shattered and
The Gap shut down
I became a sociologist a psychologist in dreams
Studying everyone's reaction as
The moment was extreme
As the crowd hit Wilson's leather store
And the gates were rose
My mind could not ignore the fact
That it was getting cold
And I thought to myself in order to study the peramifications
Of this whole uprising
And all the validity as it is to economic consciousness
I need a new jacket!
Jumped up in the window where the manikins should be
There's already cats in mirrors
Looking at gear before they leave
Me I'm like a lump of panic
I'm not frightened but the fact is
I'm not really feeling nothing that
They had upon their Racks
I hit the back and
Grabbed the fattest leather jacket I could find
Then I got myself a leather bag
I guess it took some time
When I circled to the window
To exit from my crime
Cats were getting beat and pummeled
From the crowd for all they shine
The crowd was getting bigger
I watched a feast of pain
Everyone who jumped was shattered
All they had was snatched away
The beast was getting closer
Their battle sticks were raised
They were inching in and angry
Wearing armor of the age
A hellish rage I had to blaze up out of the spot and get away
No delay action figure like
I leapt into the flames
Landing low all elbows bucking
Stomachs knees torsos
I burst out through the back
And came face to face with 50
Swiftly hit a fence in panic
Like a fresh escaped slave
Hearing voices yelling stop
Foot steps shaking keys
Naked screams knees bleed gnawed
Fall on concrete
Keep running see a bus a couple blocks down the street
Mad heat sweat breath heavy my shirt half ripped
Price tags swinging leather
Clutching brand new shit
The bus driver said Oh hell no
Everybody's eyes just squint
I walked to the back of the bus
With the body language of a fugitive
Now who is this
To burst of the cherries on my luck
My mother's friend from work was on the bus
Man fuck
We didn't start the riots it was the organic food revolutionaries
With tofu in their mouths wearing tie-dye T-shirts dammit
We didn't start the riots it was the organic food revolutionaries
They do more drugs than we do
And we always get blamed
The dread was on some just weight
I slipped up to Dolores Park
To cop a bag of headaches
Hopped a whale the 49 my eyes were red
The driver said
I'm sorry folks everyone off
There's demonstrations up ahead
Well curiosity swept most of us who
Stepped toward the commotion quite emotionless
Like what's the reason for the protest
Turns out this brother was stopped by cops in mad traffic
and they beat him pretty bad
plus a Camera saw it happen
Then this cat with a ponytail
Tie dye shirt and a megaphone
Was going on how it was wrong
We shouldn't take it calm
Armed with picket signs that rhymed
Each possessed a clever anthem
The hands of Feds were busy
Blending in and using cameras
They all just started marching
No Justice No Peace
I was even getting caught up
I just followed them to me peep
They went up towards Nob Hill by California Street
By that big masonic temple that nobody seemed to see
Then the sun began to dip
Somehow we ended up downtown
The Tenderloin awoke
They had gone and done it now
I watched the jewelry store turn into an island shantytown
Watched and listened to the crash as
Radio Shack was clowned
The sneaker store matted
The camera shop drowned
The surplus shattered and
The Gap shut down
I became a sociologist a psychologist in dreams
Studying everyone's reaction as
The moment was extreme
As the crowd hit Wilson's leather store
And the gates were rose
My mind could not ignore the fact
That it was getting cold
And I thought to myself in order to study the peramifications
Of this whole uprising
And all the validity as it is to economic consciousness
I need a new jacket!
Jumped up in the window where the manikins should be
There's already cats in mirrors
Looking at gear before they leave
Me I'm like a lump of panic
I'm not frightened but the fact is
I'm not really feeling nothing that
They had upon their Racks
I hit the back and
Grabbed the fattest leather jacket I could find
Then I got myself a leather bag
I guess it took some time
When I circled to the window
To exit from my crime
Cats were getting beat and pummeled
From the crowd for all they shine
The crowd was getting bigger
I watched a feast of pain
Everyone who jumped was shattered
All they had was snatched away
The beast was getting closer
Their battle sticks were raised
They were inching in and angry
Wearing armor of the age
A hellish rage I had to blaze up out of the spot and get away
No delay action figure like
I leapt into the flames
Landing low all elbows bucking
Stomachs knees torsos
I burst out through the back
And came face to face with 50
Swiftly hit a fence in panic
Like a fresh escaped slave
Hearing voices yelling stop
Foot steps shaking keys
Naked screams knees bleed gnawed
Fall on concrete
Keep running see a bus a couple blocks down the street
Mad heat sweat breath heavy my shirt half ripped
Price tags swinging leather
Clutching brand new shit
The bus driver said Oh hell no
Everybody's eyes just squint
I walked to the back of the bus
With the body language of a fugitive
Now who is this
To burst of the cherries on my luck
My mother's friend from work was on the bus
Man fuck
We didn't start the riots it was the organic food revolutionaries
With tofu in their mouths wearing tie-dye T-shirts dammit
We didn't start the riots it was the organic food revolutionaries
They do more drugs than we do
And we always get blamed
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Writer(s): Ismail El
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