Agin' 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 Dropzone

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

School Yard Ta Precint, Suburb Ta Project Book

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 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