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
Chorus:
Brotha did ya forget ya name
Did ya loose 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