Down Rodeo

Yeah I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown-skinned man
Since their grandparents bought one
So now I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown-skinned man
Since their grandparents bought one
So now I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun

Banging this bolo tight
On this solo flight, can't fight alone
Fuck the track my verbs fly like the family stone
The pen devil set the stage for the war at home
Locked without wage, you're standing in the drop zone
The clock is born, staring at an empty plate
Mama's torn hands cover her sunken face
We're hungry but the belly full
The structure is set you're never changing with a ballot pull
In the ruins there's a network for the toxic rocks
Schoolyard to precinct, suburbs to project block
Bosses broke, starve for new flesh and a factory floor
The remains left chained to the power war

Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So make a move and plead the fifth
Cause you can't plead the first
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse

So now I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown-skinned man
Since their grandparents bought one
Yes I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown-skinned man
Since their grandparents bought one
So now I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun

Bear witness to the sickest shot
While suckers get romantic
They ain't gonna send us camping
Like they did my man Fred Hampton
Still we lamping, still clocking dirt for our sweat
Our ballot's dead so a bullet's what I get
A thousand years they had the tools we should be taking 'em
Fuck the G-ride, I want the machines that are making 'em
Our target's straight with a room full of armed porn
Talk the kings out the west side of dawn

Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
Make a move and plead the fifth
Cause you can't plead the first
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse

So now I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown-skinned man
Since their grandparents bought one
Yeah I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown-skinned man
Since their grandparents bought one
Yeah I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun

The rungs torn from the ladder
Can't reach the tumor
One god, one market
One truth, one consumer
Just a quiet peaceful dance
Just a quiet peaceful dance
Just a quiet peaceful dance
Just a quiet peaceful dance
Just a quiet peaceful dance
For the things we'll never have
Just a quiet peaceful dance
For the things we don't have