Down Rodeo

BAGIN' 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 BULLY FULL THE STRUCTURE IS SET YA NEVA CHANGE IT WITH A BALLOT PULL IN THA RUINS THERE'S A NETWORK FOR THA TOXIC ROCK CHOOL YARD TA PRECINT, SUBURB TA PROJECT BOOK BOSSES BROKE SOUTH FOR NEW FLESH AND A FACTORY FLOOR THE REMAINS LEFT CHAINED TO THE POWEDER WAR 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 BROUGHT 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 I GET A THOUSAND YEARS YOU HAD THA 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 THE KINGS OUT THAT 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