Blue Scholars - 50 Thousand Deep lyrics

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November 30th, 1999

No sunshine

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, it'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 of 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 gettin' 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 tried to blame it on the anarchists, garbage

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

But they distort it in the news

Talkin' bout stompin' down Niketown wearing their shoes

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

Nearby, somebody got shot

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

It's a stick-up, it'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

Yeah, now, 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 when you come into my house

I had to duck out 'cause I knew I stuck out in the crowd

After many years growin' up brown in this town

Now this is what democracy looks like

Not what you all had in mind for tonight

Mr. Mayor, shell-shocked for 5 days straight

Press conference, lookin' 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 called it a riot?

Huh, I call it an uprising

And they call this a riot?

But nah, I call it a uprising

And they call this a riot? Nah man, fuck that

I'm a call it a uprising

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

50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets, come on y'all

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

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