Songtext:
Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight Webseitenerstellung Leichlingen Can't fight alone Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha Family stone Tha pen devils set that stage for tha War at home Folienbeschriftungen Düsseldorf Locked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha drop Zone The clockers born startin' at an empty plate Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face We hungry but them belly full The structure is set ya neva change it with a Ballot pull In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic Rock Shool yard ta precinct, suburb ta Project block Bosses broke south for new flesh and A factory floor The remains left chained to the Powder war Can't waste a day when the night brings A hearse So make a move an plead the fifth 'cuse ya Can't plead the first Can't waste a day when the night brings A hearse So now I'm rollin' down rodeo wit a Shot gun these people ain't seen a Brown skin man since their grandparents bought One Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas Get romantic They gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton Still we're lampin' still clockin' dirt for our Sweat A ballots dead so bullets what I get A thousand years you had the tools We should be taken 'em Fuck tha g ride I want the machines that are Makin' em Our target straight wit a room full of armed Pawn to Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the Tumor One God, one market, one truth, one consumer Just a quiet peaceful dance For things we will never have
