Chapter 319

Lyrics

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
 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?
 

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Duration
03:10
Key
11
Tempo
142 BPM

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