For a passage from Freedom by Rage Against the Machine.
It's set up like a deck'a'cards
they're sending us to early graves fo' all the diamonds
they'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades.
With poetry I paint the pictures that hit
more like the murals that fit
don't turn away, get in front of it.
Brotha, did'ya forget your name?
Did'ya lose it on the wall playin' tic-tac-toe?
Yo, check the diagonal, three brothers gone, come on
doesn't that make it three in a row?