Clockworkin Lyrics & Chords By Weekend Money

Aight man, here’s a book I wrote about cops in New York (Son, do you know what I’m stoppin' you for?) You know, I’m sayin' fuck the police, fuck the NYPD (Son, do you know...read more

Yeah, Bering Sea Gold, I'm three old The rating of my standard is over/under depending, the kid pending King with words, circuit of circular love Hella right, a lot of eyes, sell...read more

I'm bored, I'm bored (Hima) Oh, no, man, I feel weird I'm trying to get the motherfucking fuck out of here Before there's flowers here And sour tears I'm looking forward to...read more

I kept it heavy on the motion, explain my world like this Asked my God bout 5 per centers, She said all are sadly missed Maybe inside the innocence is broken by a kiss Some way...read more

In America black people are treated very much as Vietnamese people or any other colonized people because we're used, we're brutalized. The police in our community occupy our area- our...read more