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Agin' 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 Dropzone
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 A Ballot Pull
In Tha Ruins There's A Network For Tha Toxic Rock
School Yard Ta Precint, Suburb Ta Project Book
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 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

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