Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight 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

Locked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha drop zone

The clockers born starin' 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 poll

In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic rock

School 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