Ferryman By Shayfer James and Willy Wood

Recorded, Mixed & Masterd in 2009 at Flux Studios, NYC.

Produced by FAB, Engineered by Meredith McCandless.



Buckled Knees

Robbin' a Bank

Coward

Alchemical Romance

Genre: Protest Rock / Alt-Rap Fusion
Tone: Defiant, anthemic, awakening
Tempo: 100 BPM – heavy groove, march-like beat

[Intro – Spoken / Chanted]

No crowns, no chains, no thrones.
No kings.
Only the people, the hands, the bones.

[Verse 1]

We wake up tired, pay to breathe,
Trade our hours just to bleed.
Every dream they sold as hope
Turned to shackles we can’t leave.

The bills climb higher, the wages crawl,
We build their towers, they build our walls.
While we scrape change to feed our kin,
They sip gold in their glass of sin.

[Chorus]

No kings, no gods in suits,
We the roots beneath their boots.
We rise, we shout, we sing —
No crowns, no chains — no kings.

[Verse 2]

Insurance cuts, rent’s a blade,
Schools decay while wars get paid.
Every leader wears the mask
Of power dressed as “public task.”

Healthcare’s just a game of dice,
While they feast, we sacrifice.
And every flag they make us wave
Is stitched from labor we gave.

[Bridge – Spoken, gritty and rising]

They sold us dreams through credit scores,
Locked the gates, then called it “yours.”
From left to right, same puppeteers,
Different masks, same profiteers.

So light that match, let truth ignite —
We’re done obeying parasites.

[Breakdown – Instrumental / Chant]

(no kings, no kings, no kings...)
We the people, not their things!
(no kings, no kings, no kings...)
Take back what freedom brings!

[Final Chorus – explosive]

No kings, no thrones to mend,
This empire meets its end.
We bleed, we build, we sing —
No crowns, no chains — no kings.

[Outro – spoken, fading with protest sounds]

They took our time, our peace, our years.
Now we take back what was always ours.
No kings.
Only the people.

Robbin' a Bank

Bug Hunter