Lift a stone, dig a ditch, uproot a stump

We Commute to Computers

"Yo, our activism attackin the system, the blacks and latins in prison
Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision
Shit and all they got is rappin to listen to
I let them know we missin you, the love is unconditional
Even when the condition is critical, when the livin is miserable
Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin you
Now, why would I lie? Just to get by?"

Which way will we go now on our trip to taller windows?

'and, moreover the changes take place inside'