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Ive been fighting sleep saying prayers for the lost
I care for the law but I aint careful at all
I wanna confess to every sin I committed
But Im tryna be a rebel so give me a minute
Really I get it. Your fear for the misunderstood
Gives you the right to attack. Its understood
But to get that, get this. Decisions to make
Picture your fate and dont give it away
Im 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 wasnt written
Im growing past holding cash, knowing when to clash
Glowing from the past. Show me where its at
Somethings 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 Im wrong
So if ever Im 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 Im asking
Where does the change begin, at home or the precinct?
I stay alone being decent
I 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, weve been in the wrong for a minute
If Jesus was black that would explain the limit
I find freedom and they tell me im a gimmick
I blind treason and they tell me I dont get it
Im 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 Im wrong
So if ever Im Correct I really hope you wish me well
Maybe this is more than just a song

Isis might attack America next
Youre welcome, since I decided to share what is next
Rap has got guns thatll tear up your vest
Flare up your flesh, ... just want to stare when its wet
Im ashamed to go to God but the devils dumb
I got answers but yo, Im 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 blocks of the world
I pray for women with their honesty locked in their curls
If my prayers count then I dare doubt
A good nights 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 Im wrong
So if ever Im Correct I really hope you wish me well
Maybe this is more than just a song