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Turn the music a little louder
I still hear the sirens blare
Ignore the helicopters
And smoke-filled Pacoima air
I say I want a revolution
But not by eye for eye
There must be some solution
Where no one has to die
I won't give them my rage
Even though I know they're wrong
I won't riot on the front page
I'll just keep standing strong
And as the world's broken
I won't try to hide
I'll leave the door wide open
And won't be locked inside
12:47am
Thursday morning, Wednesday night
April 30, 1992
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