Vince Staples — Might Be Wrong

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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