[Hook: James Fauntleroy & Cocaine 80s] We might be wrong, might be guilty We might be right this time You tried to warn me, this war that would k** me I sacrificed Die to the world, I took the money (Wouldn't you) So for my life Can't sleep at night, you shoulda seen the crib though So f**ing nice [Interlude 1: Haneef Talib] 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 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 k** and arrest us, transgress and oppress us. Damn, cuz [Vince] It don't even matter. You can start from the beginning... [Hook: James Fauntleroy & Cocaine 80s] We might be wrong, might be guilty We might be right this time You tried to warn me, this war that would k** me I sacrificed Die to the world, I took the money (Wouldn't you) So for my life Can't sleep at night, you shoulda seen the crib though So f**ing nice [Interlude 2: Haneef Talib] They searching, they searching cells Hold on cuz, (Oh it's the) there's police in this motherf**er, you ain't hear them? You ain't hear the alarms? Three, four, five... six, seven, eight, nine... ten, eleven Another day in Ironwood [Hook: James Fauntleroy & Cocaine 80s] We might be wrong, might be guilty We might be right this time You tried to warn me, this war that would k** me I sacrificed Die to the world, I took the money (Wouldn't you) So for my life Can't sleep at night, you shoulda seen the crib though So f**ing nice