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A.L.T. & The Lost Civilization

Between the Sheets

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Between the Sheets è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 1992 da Rhino Atlantic come parte dell'album Another Latin Timebomb

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumAnother Latin Timebomb

Data di uscita1 gennaio 1992

EtichettaRhino Atlantic

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM102

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

A.L.T. & The Lost Civilization

A.L.T. & The Lost Civilization

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Al Tribette

Songwriter

Chuck Rio (Daniel Flores)

Chuck Rio (Daniel Flores)

Songwriter

Testi

I will use whatever force is necessary to restore order

What is going on in L.A. must and will stop

As your President, I guarantee you, this violence will end

The gasoline can, the gasoline man

Is comin' to town, 'cause I got a tan

He's puttin' a cross in the middle of my lawn

Lightin' it up like Vietnam

Yo, is this a game? Who gets the blames?

When you see a symbol of Christ up in flames

My family cries, I cover my daughter's eyes

Hang my head low, but I'm not surprised

I gotta get away from the drama

See, my child's only 3, can she handle the trauma?

A truck drives away, the screech of a tire

A tear in my wife's eye, plus a

Reflection of a cross on fire

But I admire how she handles what's happenin'

All because my first album went platinum

Had to buy a big white house with a big green meadow

Shoulda kept my Mexican ass in the ghetto

I speak to the people, I keep it to the streets

But this is what happens

In between the sheets

Three hitchhikers in the heart of Mississippi

Two black men and a friend who's a hippie

When I rode a pickup truck

With three white boys and they drunk as fuck

One black man prayed he gave a trial on hope

But this had a nylon rope

So he ran like a raccoon

And got chased by a platoon

When they caught him they hit him and they beat him down

Just because his skin was too brown

Wanna see my face, you ****, you spook

It was President Bush, Darryl Vince and David Duke

They stood him on a milk crate

Put a noose on his neck and kicked it, it's too late

This is more than rhymes on beats

This is what happens

In between the sheets

I'm on a midnight train and I'm headed for Georgia

The same type of shit that I already told ya

I seen a brother get beat by five cops

And this one-way train wasn't makin' no stops

Stop, damn, damn, stop

I couldn't take it, yo, I was goin' insane

I stood up and screamed, "Stop the train!"

Jumped off the train, ran a half mile back

With this brother of color and he was still gettin' jacked

Fought with the pigs, caught a beat down too

I guess what they say about the South is true

I grabbed a gun from one of the police

The cop got shot with his own piece

This is more than rhymes on beats

Now I'm a John Doe and I'm in between the sheets

Written by: Al Tribette, Chuck Rio

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