I be walkin God like a dog My narrative fearless My word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home in Pairs Steel from a furnace I was born landless It's the native son Born of Zapata's guns Stroll through the shanties And the cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on the globe Yes the pictures the same There's a bank and a church and a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan and a child dead at birth There's a window pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge And a syringe and a vein And the riot be the rhyme of ha unheard Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what? Calm like a bomb (Ignite) This Ain't subliminal Feel the critical mass approach horizon Ha pulse of the condemned Sound off America's demise The ant- myth rhythm rocker shocker Yes I spit fire Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires Back through the shanties and the cities remains Ha same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home And the picture's the same There's a field full of slaves Some corn and some debit There's a ditch full of bodies The check for the rent There's a tap, the phone, the silence of stone The numb black screen That be feelin' like home And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what? Calm like a bomb (Ignite) There's a mass without roofs A prison to fill A country's soul that reads post no bills