Rebel One Audio

A social commentary of the Black experience as compared to popular sports. #AokiChallenge

Rebel One remakes this classic Dubplate tune with dank bass and that snappy drum the streets love. Plug in, share with ya friends.

Dedicated to the Lun Fovers and Seed Wokers. Ya'll download and Wild Out. For info on Music Production, Songwriting, and Web Design hit: www.RebelOneAudio.net .

TRAPPED in a TRAP (Homeless) Remember the brokeness, Aint have a pot to piss in Mustyness in my clothes so, whatever I asked you never listened. Dissed me on cold days, At night the streets would glisten Fires in trash cans till police came, sirens meant no permission. You can't be here. Pack it up and move on. Now! Officer, this is my home, tell me leave, Im askin how Daring to get locked up, defy the authorities Cuz in lock up I can eat and sleep, at night lately its been 4 degrees. My rights? Shit, never afforded me By 6 I was institutionalized, and likely live to be euthenized Likely be released, tracked, kept on a short leash I'll get caught again, brought in for loitering at the beach Beat cops make killings off quotas, get promoted for arrests white collar criminals roll over, get off by strokin checks You smell it from afar, the goddamn city stank Brown boys behind bars, the goddamn piggy bank. The CO is the bank teller , maintaining till your BID ends Live stocks traded from Pen to work sites til you or construction ends Slave labor, went from gang bangin to chain gangs Brains stained with thoughts, animals like a brigade of orangutangs. Its all the same thang, street life or clink life It’s all a setup, you’re trapped if you blink twice Half the block got records, on house arrest, no passport So how the fuck can you touch white, you cannot go past the porch. Trap within a trap, the game is rigged so You lose It’s top ramen till pressure soars, or get paid. You choose Racists and elitists run for Pres, it all on the news America hates your skin brother, wanna bleach your hues. If you’re poor there’s War coming, you can smell the fumes Democracy on fire, fight for your life... or be doomed. -Rebel One

Dedicated to the memory of gutter hip hop, and gettin' it on your own strength. Real life sh!t doesn't exist behind a glowing screen.

...another fine R.A.W. Production.