Released: June 30, 2015
Featuring: James Fauntleroy Haneef Talib
Songwriter: Steve Wyreman No I.D. Vince Staples James Fauntleroy
Producer: No I.D.
[Chorus: James Fauntleroy & Cocaine 80s]
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
[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
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
[Vince]
It don't even matter. You can start from the beginning...
[Chorus: James Fauntleroy & Cocaine 80s]
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
[Interlude 2: Haneef Talib]
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
[Chorus: James Fauntleroy & Cocaine 80s]
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
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
[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
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
[Vince]
It don't even matter. You can start from the beginning...
[Chorus: James Fauntleroy & Cocaine 80s]
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
[Interlude 2: Haneef Talib]
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
[Chorus: James Fauntleroy & Cocaine 80s]
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