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I've been fighting sleep saying prayers for the lost I care for the law but I ain't careful at all I wanna confess to every sin I committed But I'm tryna be a rebel so give me a minute Really I get it. Your fear for the misunderstood Gives you the right to attack. It's understood But to get that, get this. Decisions to make Picture your fate and don't give it away I'm sitting in place and standing my ground Which is a disgrace to the planet I found Can I be down? I want nothing more than to fit in Forced into living but my course wasn't written I'm growing past holding cash, knowing when to clash Glowing from the past. Show me where it's at Something's coming but my vision is cloudy Here I am fixing to doubt me Every time I think I got it figured out I run and yell So you know I hate it when I'm wrong So if ever I'm Correct I really hope you wish me well Maybe this is more than just a song I know why cops are shooting black men We were raised to be threats, but I'm asking Where does the change begin, at home or the precinct? I stay alone being decent Letras de cancionesI punched a cop, knowing I would lose my freedom I let journalists choose a reason But since then, the cops blacking out has been senseless Unless you wanna have a talk about its senses The strongest race is defense-less Hanging onto Azealia Banks sentences Forget it, we've been in the wrong for a minute If Jesus was black that would explain the limit I find freedom and they tell me i'm a gimmick I blind treason and they tell me I don't get it I'm sleeping with demons despite satan Quite blatant, can I make it? Every time I think I got it figured out I run and yell So you know I hate it when I'm wrong So if ever I'm Correct I really hope you wish me well Maybe this is more than just a song Isis might attack America next You're welcome, since I decided to share what is next Rap has got guns that'll tear up your vest Flare up your flesh, ...just want to stare when it's wet I'm ashamed to go to God but the devil's dumb I got answers but yo, I'm forever numb Better than some, but my head is a gun Put a gun to my head and let the lead run All I think about is white wine and redrum Because when I smile the feds come I sin too often to ever grin and walk So God, please make an exception I pray for St. Louis and the poverty block's of the world I pray for women with their honesty locked in their curls If my prayers count then I dare doubt A good night's sleep is all I care about Every time I think I got it figured out I run and yell So you know I hate it when I'm wrong So if ever I'm Correct I really hope you wish me well Maybe this is more than just a song From Letras Mania