I be walkin god like a dog My narrati have fearless Word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh Like steel from a furnace I was born landless Yes its tha nati have son Born of Zapatas guns Stroll through the shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names The vultures robbin everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on the globe Yes tha pictures tha same There is a bank, there is a church, a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth There is a widow pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge A syringe and a vein And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? Calm like a bomb
This aint subliminal Feel the critical mass approach horizon Tha pulse of the condemned Sound off Americas demise Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Yes I spit fire Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh With different last names, uh-huh The vultures robbin everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home Yes the pictures tha same There is a field full of slaves Some corn and some debt There is a ditch full of bodies Tha check for the rent There is a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone The numb black screen That be feelin like home And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
Calm like a bomb
There is a mass without roofs A prison to fill There is a countrys soul that reads post no bills There is a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill There is a right to obey And a right to kill
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