Might Be Wrong (feat. Haneef Talib aka GeNNo & eeeeeeee)
We might be wrong, might be guilty
We might be right this time
You tried to warn me, this war that would kill me
I sacrificed
Die to the world, I took the money
So for my life
Can't sleep at night, you shoulda seen the crib though
So fucking nice
Speaking on the unjust way the justice system
is justifying crimes against our kind
Justice is supposed to be blind,
but continue to cross color lines
Hands up, don't shoot
Shot Stand your ground
Blacks don't own no ground to stand
on so we stand on our words
Black and hooded is the official probable
cause for cops to keep weapons on
I can't breathe through the chokeholds and gun smoke
These realities [?] and appear to inform black boys
and men of the dangers outside their doors
Slain in society by sworn protectors
Protected by their peers, grand juries full of friends
No charges brought against them
They kill and arrest us, transgress and oppress us
Damn, cuz
We might be wrong, might be guilty
We might be right this time
You tried to warn me, this war that would kill me
I sacrificed
Die to the world, I took the money
So for my life
Can't sleep at night, you shoulda seen the crib though
So fucking nice
They searching, they searching cells
Hold on cuz, (Oh it's the-)
there's police in this motherfucker,
you ain't hear them? You ain't hear the alarms?
Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
Another day in our block
We might be wrong, might be guilty
We might be right this time
You tried to warn me, this war that would kill me
I sacrificed
Die to the world, I took the money
So for my life
Can't sleep at night, you shoulda seen the crib though
So fucking nice
compositores: Ernest Dion Wilson, James Edward Fauntleroy Ii, Steve Wyreman, Vincent Staples
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