Calm Like A Bomb

I be walkin' God like a dog my narrative fearless Word War returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris Like steel from a furnace, I was born landless Yes, 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 The vultures robbin' everything, leave nothin' but chains Pick a point on the globe, yes the picture's the same There's a bank, there's a church, a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth There's a widow pig parrot, a rebel to tame A white hooded judge, a syringe and a vein And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? We're calm like a bomb, we're calm like a bomb This ain't subliminal, feel the critical ma*s approach horizon The pulse of the condemned sound off America's demise The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, yes I spit fire Hope lies in the smolderin' rubble of empires Yes, back through the shanties and the cities remains Same bodies buried hungry with different last names The vultures robbin' everyone, leave nothin' but chains Pick a point here at home, yes the picture's the same There's a field full of slaves, some corn and some debt 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 What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? Calm like a bomb, we're calm like a bomb Calm like a bomb, we're calm like a bomb Calm like a bomb, we're calm like a bomb Calm like a bomb, we're calm like a bomb Calm like a bomb There's a ma*s, a prison to fill There's a country soul that reads post no bills There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill There's a right to obey and a right to kill There's a ma*s without roofs, there's a prison to fill There's a country soul that reads post no bills There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill 'Cause there's a right to obey and there's the right to kill