Chapter 319
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Screwed up clique Make the dollars fold Got to hurt them boys Why I bury over gold Screwed up clique Make the dollars fold Got to hurt them boys Why I bury over gold Left, right, left How long can we holler when it ain't no breath? You keep killing fathers without no regrets Then keep on countin' dollars 'til it ain't none left So the streets gon' keep on marching like Left, right, left F*ck yo empty promises these ain't no threats Streets is taking all of it, you made yo bed Fixing all these problems, we ain't goin' nowhere Bring it straight up to your door, now who run it ho? A knee to the neck is this week's Symbol of shit you've been reaping As a reaper of people there's no equal To the police and they be their own sequel Who consistently is a monster, paid by the system Set up to prosper on victims of the history, situating as property People that are melanated so easily separated know what? F*ck the history lesson, you know, you know by now We do not know how You keep playing dumb but still be trusted with guns you must be defunded This march is not a one-off This march is not the mis-aimed warning shot This march a foot in yo fucking throat to choke out The whole assumption that you are here to protect us This government doesn't respect us And somehow they seem to expect us to accept The power a piece of shit millionaire president wants to project F*ck are you getting at? Get the f*ck back in the bunker We taking back spaces til' you manage to make them safe for black faces That's up to the fact that America's racist Donald Trump is a white supremacist, full stop If you vote for for him again you're a white supremacist, full stop Call it like it is and then let the rims spin 'til they full stop Put one up for Big Floyd, the march is not goin' to stop Screwed up clique Make the dollars fold Got to hurt them boys Why I bury over gold Screwed up clique Make the dollars fold Got to hurt them boys Why I bury over gold It go Left, right, left How long can we holler when it ain't no breath? You keep killing fathers without no regrets Then keep on countin' dollars 'til it ain't none left So the streets gon' keep on marching like Left, right, left F*ck yo empty promises these ain't no threats Streets is taking all of it, you made yo bed Fixing all these problems, we ain't goin' nowhere Bring it straight up to your door, now who run it ho? You wanna shoot without being shot back Got news for you, no one's really 'bout that You got the guns, but we got the shout The vote, the mouthpiece, the clout and the loud pack (got guns too) Ya facts, yeah we doubt that Show us receipts, or we will denounce that Take ya tear gas inhale like an ounce of that cookie cake Your bullets all bounce Even when they break flesh you are not safe We are watching every motherfucking move you make Play it back on cameras so no-one can mistake The order of events that lead to prove another life you take And if the verdict come back less than murder Don't be surprised when your streets are burnin' This anger ain't misplaced, it is turning cop cars to bonfires 'til you learn If you profit off this system You should make them dollars fold In the pockets that don't fund the death of black people This whole fucking country 'bout the money So watch where your money go Let 'em know we watching how they roll Donald Trump is a white supremacist, full stop If you vote for for him again you're a white supremacist, full stop America can be better, but we must call it out 'til it, full stop Put one up for Breonna, the marching not going to stop Left, right, left How long can we holler when it ain't no breath? You keep killing daughters without no regrets Then keep on countin' dollars 'til it ain't none left So the streets gon' keep on marching like Left, right, left F*ck yo empty promises these ain't no threats Streets is taking all of it, you made yo bed Fixing all these problems, we ain't goin' nowhere Bring it straight up to your door, now who run it ho? Screwed up clique Make the dollars fold Got to hurt them boys Why I bury over gold Screwed up clique Make the dollars fold Got to hurt them boys Why I bury over gold
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Written by: Daveed Diggs, Jonathan Snipes, William Hutson
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