Blue Scholars - 50 Thousand Deep lyrics

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 a**embly Onward to Westlake to disrupt the entry Walk along steady, riot squad ready To protect every last dignitary's a** 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, f** that, I'ma call it an uprising 50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets