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
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
Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
Cause ya know they're counting backwards to zero
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