Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one (X2)
Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
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 starin' 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
School 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 and plead the fifth
'cause 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 shotgun
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 ain't gonna send us campin'
like they did my man Fred Hampton
Still we lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead so a bullet's what I get
A thousand years they 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 tha kings out tha west side at dawn
Chorus
The rungs torn from the ladder
Can't reach the tumour
One god, one market, one truth, one consumer
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Just a quiet peaceful dance
for the things we'll never have
Just a quiet peaceful dance
for the things we don't have