calm like a bomb Rage Against the machine feel the funk blast(4) yo(2)check it out I be walking God like dog, my narrative fearless, My word war returns to burn, like Baldwin home from Paris, like steel from a furnace, I was born landless, This is tha native son, Born of Zapata'$ guns, Stroll through tha shanties, And tha cities remains, Some bodies buried hungry, but with different last names, these vultures rob everything leave nothing but chains,, pick a point on tha globe, yes tha pictures tha same, there's a bank , there's a church a myth and hearse, A mall and a loan a child dead at birth, there's a widow pig parrot , A real to tame, A whitehooded judge, A syringe and vein, I warned u,