Solo,
I'm a soloist on a solo list
All
live, never on a floppy disk
Inka,
inka, bottle of ink
Paintings
of rebellion
Drawn
up by the thoughts I think
It's
set up like a deck of cards
They're
sendin' us to early graves
For
all the diamonds
They'll
use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
With
poetry I paint the pictures that hit
More
like the murals that fit
Don't
turn away
Get
in front of it
Chorus:
Brotha
did ya forget ya name
Did
ya, lose it on the wall
Playin'
tic-tac-toe
Yo,
check the diagonal
Three
brothers gone
Come
on
Doesn't
that make it three in a row
Anger
is a gift
Chorus
Yo,
check the diagonal
Three
million gone
Come
on
Cause
ya know they're counting backwards to zero
Enviroment
The
enviroment exceeding on the level of our unconsciousness
For
example
What
does the billboard say?
Come
and play, come and play
Forget
about the movement
Anger
is a gift
Freedom,
freedom, yea right