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, t
ransgress 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