I might be wrong, I might be guilty You might be right You tried to warn me, swore it would kill me I sacrificed Died to the world, I took the money, sold for my life Couldn't sleep at night, chasing the gridlock, so fuckin' nice Speaking on the unjust way the justice system is justifying crimes against our kind Justice is supposed to be blind, but to 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 apocryphal clause for constantly questioning the truth I can't breathe because of coke holes and gun smoke These realities are tripping the kids and inform black boys and men of the dangers outside their doors Slain in society by sworn protectors, protected by their peers A grand jury full of friends, no charge brought against them They killing the rest of us, transgressing the precedents Damn cub It don't even matter, you can start from the beginning This call is for telephone, the number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable You might be wrong, you might be guilty You might be right You tried to warn me, you swore to kill me I'll sacrifice Died to the world, I took the money Sold for my life Sleep at night, trees in the grave though So *** nice So *** nice Please search this room, please search this field Hold on good, you're the main policing this motherfucker, you hear me? You hear this boy? 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 You're not the damn iron blood Yeah You might be wrong, you might be guilty You might be right You tried to warn me, you swore to kill me I'll sacrifice Died to the world, I took the money Sold for my life Sleep at night, trees in the grave though So *** nice *