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