Bangin´ this bolo tight on this solo flight
Can´t fight alone
Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha
Family stone
Tha pen devils set that stage for tha
War at home
Locked wit out a wage ya standin´ in tha drop zone
The clockers born starin´ at an empty plate
Momma´s torn hands cover her sunken face
We hungry but them belly full
The structure is set ya neva change it with a ballot pull
In tha ruins there´s a network for tha toxic rock
School yard ta precinct, suburb ta project block
Bosses broke south for new flesh and
A factory floor
The remains left chained to the
Powder war
Can´t waste a day when the night brings
A hearse
So make a move and plead the fifth ´cause ya
Can´t plead the first
Can´t waste a day when the night brings
A hearse
So now I´m rollin´ down rodeo wit a
Shot gun these people ain´t seen a
Brown skin man since their grandparents bought one
Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas
Get romantic
they gonna send us campin´ like they did my man
Fred hampton
Still we lampin´ still clockin´ dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead so bullets what Iget
A thousand years you had that tools
We should be takin´ ´em
Fuck tha G ride I want the machines that are makin´ em
Our target straight wit a room full of armed
Pawn to
Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn
The rungs torn from the ladder can´t reach the tumor
One god, one market, one truth, one consumer
Just a quiet peaceful dance
For things we will never have