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 uplike 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 than the murals that fit

Don't turn away

Get in front of it Brotha did ya frget my 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 Brotha did ya frget my name

Did ya lose it on the wall

Playin' tic-tac-toe Yo, check the diagonal

Three million gone

Come on

'Cause ya know they're counting backwards to zero Environment

The environment exceeding on the level

Of our unconsciousness

For example

What does the billboard say

Come and play, come and play

Forget about the movement

Anger is a gift Freedom, freedom, yea right