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

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