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

Brotha, 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, yeah

Brotha

Sista, 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 they're counting backwards to zero

Environment, the environment exceeding on the level

Of our unconciousness, for example

What does the billboard say

Come and play, come and play

Forget about the movement

"Anger is a gift", yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Freedom, yeah

Freedom, yeah, right

Freedom, yeah

Freedom, yeah

Freedom, yeah, right

Freedom, yeah

Freedom