Yeah

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

Set up like a deck of cards
They're sending us to early graves for all the diamonds
They 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 you forget your name?
Did you 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

Drop it

Sista, did you forget your name?
Did you 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
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Freedom
Yeah right
Freedom
Yeah right
Freedom
Yeah

Freedom
Yeah
Freedom
Yeah right
Freedom
Yeah
Freedom