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 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 it Brotha did ya forget your 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 Your anger is a gift Brotha Did ya forget your name Did ya lose it on the wall Playin' tic-tac-toe Yo, check the diagonal Three million gone Come on 'Cause ya 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 Your anger is a gift Freedom, freedom, yea right