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 thinkIt'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 itBrotha did ya frget my name
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toeYo, check the diagonal
Three brothers gone
Come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row
Anger is a giftBrotha did ya frget my name
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toeYo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
'Cause ya know they're counting backwards to zeroEnvironment
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 giftFreedom, freedom, yea right
Songwriters
HOWARD JOHNSON, KEVIN GILLIAMPublished by
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