Might Be Wrong

I might be wrong, might be guilty You 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 drawn I can't breathe through the choke-holds 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 Rejected 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 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 --- Might Be Wrong - Vince Staples, Haneef Talib Aka Genno and Eeeeeee