50k Deep

November 30th, 1999 . . . no sunshine

Yo, the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops

Nearby somebody got shot

But parties don't stop, and the parties don't care

It's a stick up: that's why we got our hands in the air

Still demanding a share, refrigerators bare

Cause they wanna see trade get free and not fair

But we are not blind, we are not there

We don't got time left to spare to not care

On the last day in November, swellin' in ranks

Went to chant down the mighty IMF and World Bank

A gathering of people in peaceful assembly

Onward to Westlake to disrupt the entry

Walk along steady, riot squad ready

To protect every last dignitary's ass

But this started when they herded us like cattle in a fence

Protesters getting restless without an exit

They threatened to arrest us, we pushed back and then

A hail of rubber bullets hit teens and old men

I admit, had to split when the first gas canisters hit

Felt it burn in my eyes, nose and lips

They try to blame it on the anarchists, garbage

I was there, I'll tell you right now the pig started it

But they distort it in the news, talkin' bout stompin' down Nike town, wearin' their shoes

But the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops

Nearby somebody got shot

But parties don't stop, and the parties don't care

It's a stick up: that's why we got our hands in the air

50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets

50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets

50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets

50,000 deep, 50,000 deep

Yo, the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops

Nearby somebody got shot

But parties don't stop in the South

So take your shoes off for you come into my house

I had to duck out cause I knew I stuck out in the crowd after many years growing up Brown in this town

Now this is what democracy looks like, not what you all had in mind for tonight

Mr. Mayor, shellshocked for five days straight

Press conference, looking constipated and pale

Tossed a homie in jail, wasn't even protesting

Wrong place, wrong time, learned a quick lesson

But this is not a question what we did to deserve this

Rich kids went and got arrested on purpose

But was it worth it? My first inclination, globalization is the root of the pain

Made the reason that they left and the reason that we came

Catch my breath, blood pulsates my brain

And they call it a riot? Huh... I call it an uprising

And they call this a riot? But nah, I call it an uprising

And they call this a riot? Nah man, fuck that, I'ma call it an uprising

50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets