"No paint in schools, no art utensils so i'm going to the biggest canvas I can find yo."

Thrust in the rebelhood Where the shovels are hot And graves are ready To add weight to the plot Down bottom, black bottom Detroit has to rise to the top Without an engine block Skilled labor exists Unemployment makes us sit The march on Washington gave folks a fit Mobilized, organized, solidified as one fist Each step cracked the pavement The Poor Peoples' Economic Rights Campaign got next Ya heard me I'm an independent Article 25 got Republicans upset I don't really give an ish I vote on the issues Not the people Who run the party Party? Politics is all about watching Your words Bad connotation Sounds like a lot of fun And socializing with the birds A chasing after the wind After a candidate wins Here we go again – broken promises And pipe dreams But no Mario or Luigi To clean up all the accidents Many masochists Inhabit the oval offices When disaster hits They on TV Stepping up to the challenge Semi taking the blame Redirecting the focus As long as they redirecting the punishment To someone else Just a little bit It falls on one of us The taxpayers We don't really even get the message The context is convoluted In their process Process of talking When they really be walking A fine line Between Saying, "you and I Gon get it" We gon fall in a dang pit Ain't nobody Gon even listen If you'll hone your skills You'll be hearing what I hear And I wouldn't have to be spitting this track

[verse 1] From the universal nation of Zulu To the Electric Boogaloo Hip Hop was supposed to speak to The kids in the street Renewing belief That life is worth more Than a casket and wreath A People’s Army Is what the Panthers wished for Swords We drawing them like kamikazes Against ourselves Destroying all flesh And bone We’re at a crossroads Graveyard or sunlight ACT or black mask heist For blood diamond dice Several thousand or 11 years Several sirens sounding Or stability for years 1) Redirect Your focus, your energies Destroy your enemies Tagging over their masterpiece 2) Redirect Your gun and your trigger please Windmill On the box on the concrete 3) Redirect needles From your arm tract To a breakbeat track On turntables and scratch Verbal manslaughter Is domestic violence Unless you’re rapping About a dreadful climate 4) Redirect Words from your mate To the .dat Escape prison bars like an acrobat Redirect words From the cops to the .dat Then “f*** the police” Won’t bruise your face Blue and black [chorus] 5th Element – Self knowledge Understand true power Your mind is greater than a dollar 5th Element – Self knowledge Solve Hard Problems Without knife or revolver

Vibing: Msg 2 The White Collar If you don’t like Hip Hop Why you take music out the schools? Instead of rappin’ I would be in a Jazz trio The next member of The Roots Alongside Quest Love Instead of Black Thought I on (own) drums No rhymin’ No lyrics Just key signatures Reading the bass and the treble If not on the drums Then on the trumpet You feel Soul It’s cuz I’m (Louis) Armstrong’s puppet With more violins & bows There would be less video hoes With more guitar riffs There would be less pick pockets Just a guitar case Acting as a giant wallet People clapping Dropping coins While they surrounding... (Music)

I was handed a bad batch of angel's wings, when I tried to fly I was stuck in a dream.