Chapter 319 - clipping.

Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold

Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold

Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold

Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold

Left, right, left

How long can we holler when it ain’t no breath?

You keep killin' 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

Fuck yo' empty promises, these ain’t no threats

Streets is taking all of it;

you made yo' bed

Fix it, always problems, we ain’t goin' nowhere

Bring it straight up to your door, now who run it, hoe?

A knee to the neck is this week’s

Symbol of shit you’ve been reapin'

As a reaper of people, there’s no equal

To the police and they be their own sequel

So consistently as a monster

Paid by a system set up to prosper

On victims of the historic situating as property

People that are melanated, so easily separated, know what?

Fuck 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 misaimed 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

Fuck are you getting at?

Get the fuck 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 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 Click, make the dollars fold

Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold

Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold

Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold

It go left, right, left

How long can we holler when it ain’t no breath?

You keep killin' 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

Fuck yo' empty promises, these ain’t no threats

Streets is taking all of it;

you made yo' bed

Fix it, always problems, we ain’t goin' nowhere

Bring it straight up to your door, now who run it, hoe?

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

To vote the mouthpiece, the clout and the loud pack

(Got guns too)

Ya facts?

Yeah, we doubt that

Show us receipts so 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

Fuckin' country 'bout the money, so watch where your money go

Let 'em know that we watching how they roll

Donald Trump is a white supremacist, full stop

If you vote 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 killin' 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

Fuck yo' empty promises, these ain’t no threats

Streets is taking all of it;

you made yo' bed

Fix it, always problems, we ain’t goin' nowhere

Bring it straight up to your door, now who run it, hoe?

Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold

Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold

Screwed Up Click, make the dollars fold

Got to heard the boys, wineberry over gold