twenty four hours in a day twenty four years since riots serenaded the streets of L.A. that powder keg of corruption safety of unreality violated blue and red combined made purple, united against the tyranny of the 5-0 we lived six hours away working class neighborhood southside Modesto I can see your face cringe all the way over here when I tell people where I lived. never thought it was that close until the house down the block had black and whites crowding our quiet street red and blue lights pulsing imprinting in my brain that damned song worming its way into consciousness breaking off my innocence with it.
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