I be walkin' god like a dog

My narrative fearless

My word war returns to burn

Like baldwin home in pairs

Steel from a furnace

I was born landless

It's tha native son

Born of zapata's guns

Stroll through the shanties

And tha cities remains

Same bodies buried hungry

But with different last names

These vultures rob everything

Leave nothing but chains

Pick a point on tha globe

Yes tha pictures tha same

There's a bank and a church and a myth and a hearse

A mall and a loan and a child dead at birth

There's a window pig parrot

A rebel to tame

A whitehooded judge

And a syringe and a vein

And tha riot be tha rhyme of the unheard



Calm like a bomb



This ain't subliminal

Feel tha critical mass approach horizon

Ha pulse of tha condemned

Sound off america's demise

Tha ant- myth rhythm rocker shocker

Yes i spit fire

Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires

Back through tha shanties and tha cities remains

Ha same bodies buried hungry

But with different last names

These vultures rob everyone

Leave nothing but chains

Pick a point here at home

And tha picture's tha same

There's a field full of slaves

Some corn and some debit

There's a ditch full of bodies

Tha check for tha rent

There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone

Tha numb black screen

That be feelin' like home

And tha riot be tha rhyme of the unheard



Calm like a bomb



There's a mass without roofs

A prison to fill

A country's soul that reads post no bills

A strike in a line of cops outside the mill

There's a right to obey

And there's a right to kill






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