So now I'm rolling down rodeo with a shot gun
These people aint seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
Bangin this bolo tight on this solo flight can fight alone
Funk tha track my verbs fly like the family stone
Tha pen devils set the stage for the war at home
Locked wit out a wage your standin in the 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 wit a ballot pull
In tha ruins there's a network for the toxic rock
School yard ta precinct suburb ta project block
Bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor
Tha remains left changed to the powder war
Cant waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So make a move and plead the fifth cuz ya cant plead the first
Cant waste a day when the night brings a hearse
Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic
They aint gonna send us campin like they did my man fred hampton
Still we lampin, still clockin dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead so a bullets what i get
A thousand years you had the tools
We should be takin em
Fuck tha g ride, we want the machines that are making em
Our target straight wit a room full of armed pawn
Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn
The rungs torn from the ladder
One god, one market, one truth, one consumer
Just a quiet peaceful dance
For the things we will never have
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