DOWN RODEO

Bagin' 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 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 aballot pull 
In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic rock 
Chool yard ta precint, suburb ta 
Project book 
Bosses broke south for new flesh and 
A factory floor 
The remains left chained to the poweder 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