Might Be Wrong - Vince Staples, Haneef Talib, eeeeeeee

I might be wrong, might be guilty

You might be right (this time)

You tried to warn me, you swore it would kill me

I sacrificed

Die to the world, I took the money

(Wouldn't you)

So for my life

Couldn’t sleep at night, 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

You 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 drawn

I can’t breathe through the chokeholds and gun smoke

These realities drift 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

It don’t even matter.

You can start from the beginning…

I might be wrong, might be guilty

You might be right (this time)

You tried to warn me, you swore it would kill me

I sacrificed

Die to the world, I took the money

(Wouldn't you)

So for my life

Couldn’t sleep at night, 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 Ironwood

I might be wrong, might be guilty

You might be right (this time)

You tried to warn me, you swore it would kill me

I sacrificed

Die to the world, I took the money

(Wouldn't you)

So for my life

Couldn’t sleep at night, shoulda seen the crib though

So fucking nice