50 Thousand 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