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
    Chorus:
  Brotha did ya frget my 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
    Chorus
    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
  Anger is a gift
    Freedom, freedom, yea right