Chapter 319

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?