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
old 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
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
old 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