A.L.T. & The Lost Civilization - Between The Sheets lyrics

"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 it 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 {f*ckin'} Yo, is this a game Who gets the blames When you see a circle of Christ up in flames My family cries I cover my daughter's eyes Hang my head low, but I'm not suprised I gotta get away from the drama See, my child's only three, can she handle the drama 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 happenin' All because my first {f*ckin'} album went platinum Had to buy a big white house with a big green metal Should've kept my Mexican a** in the ghetto I speak to the people I keep it to the streets But this is what happens Inbetween the sheets Three hitchhikers in the heart of Mississippi Two black men and a friend who's a hippie When up rolled a pent-up truck With three white boys and they drunk as {f*ck} One black man's way, he gave a trial on hold But this k**er {motherf*cker} had a nylon rope So he ran like a raccoon And got chased by a platoon When they caught him, they hit 'em and they beat 'em down Just because his skin was too brown Wanna see my face, you n***a, you spook It was President Bush, Daryl Gates 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 Inbetween the sheets I'm on a midnight train and I'm headed for her chocha The same type of {sh**} 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 Though I was goin' insane I stood up and scream "STOP THE TRAIN! " Jumped off the train, ran a half mile back With this brother of color, and he was still gettin' jacked Five went the pace, caught a beatdown too I guess what they say about the south is true I grabbed a gun from one of the police The {motherf*ckin'} cop got shot with his own piece This is more than rhymes on beats Now I'm a John Doe And I'm inbetween the sheets