down rodeo
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 startin' 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
shool 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 an plead the fifth
'cuse 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're lampin'
still clockin' dirt for our sweat
a ballots dead
so bullets what i get
a thousand years you had the tools
we should be taken 'em
f**k 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
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