The People's Cube - Political Satire

Hot August nights
And the gangs hanging 'round
And the glass on the ground going crunch
Move up the road
To the next grocery store
And the sound of us grabbing those beers

Bits of ragged cloth
Stuffed, yet sticking out
And that alcohol
Catches fire so fast

It's flash, brother flash see
Brother Hood's Traveling Destruction Show
No place for babies
And hide the old ladies
And even the hoes
‘Cause everyone knows
Ferguson's Show

Doom is getting it's fill
And when you'd almost bet
They will stop all this mess, three walk in
Thoughts black as coal
And when they lift one voice
Every mic in the place is on them

Start with the Jackson jive
A trio of fakes
Holder Sharpton know
Oakland thugs awake

It's flash, brother flash see
Brother Hood's Traveling Destruction Show
No place for babies
And hide the old ladies
And even the hoes
‘Cause everyone knows
It's Ferguson's Show

(Do ya Do ya)
Brothers
(Do ya Do ya Do ya)
I said brothers
Now you got yourselves six bad hands
And when a brother is trouble
You've gotta reach out your six hands, ahem
‘Cause that's what you're there for
And when your heart is trouble
You've gotta seek out your brothers, man
Mess it up for the whites out there
‘Cause that's what you're there for

Break store's stuff — it's yours
Run amuck this day
Riot hard and go
Just go cray, cray, cray
Do ya Do ya Do ya Do ya Do ya Do ya Do ya Do ay

It's flash, brother flash see
Brother Hood's Traveling Destruction Show
No place for babies
And hide the old ladies
And even the hoes
I said
It's flash, brother, flash see
Brother Hood's Traveling Destruction Show
No place for babies
And hide the old ladies
And even the hoes