Freedom

Uh Pump, pump, woo! Come on Uh 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 Yeah Come on The militant poet in once again, check it It's set up like a deck of cards They're sendin' 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 Brother, 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) Come on Uh Drop that Uh Come on Yeah Uh Brother, 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 you 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) Yeah Uh Aw, bring that shit in Uh Hey Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah right Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right