talkin it

[revolutionrabbit]

their maps are not our maps
yes we all see the same white lines
on the street of streets
they are shooting craps
with loaded ideologies
rattle snakes give us the shakes
ain't no house ain't no home
grown don't rhyme with bone
it' a trick of the eye
they gonna make you cry chaos
it's all in how you toss them dice
make pretty make nice thrice
make you pay the price
when all the jigs are up
ain't no savior gonna remove
all that hoodoo honey child