Freedom

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 sending 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, yeah Brotha Sista, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall, playin' tic tac toe? Yo, check the diagonal, three million gone Come on 'cause they're counting backwards to zero Environment, the environment exceeding on the level Of our unconciousness, for example What does the billboard say Come and play, come and play Forget about the movement "Anger is a gift", yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right Freedom, yeah Freedom