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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