Verse 1:
Don’t nobody wanna hear our pain That’s how I’m feeling when I’m flipping through them twitter comments, all I feel is rain They telling me get over it’s old That stuff don’t exist no more But that don’t ring true when I look in these streets So it’s real when I feel like it coulda been me Hook: Man can I tell you how I’m feeling right now Ah they wanna know how I’m feeling right now I feel like it coulda been me I feel like it coulda been me We all made in God’s image you know All our lives matter, our vision is broke We feel pain cause we been here before Who’s innocent I don’t know But it coulda been me I feel like it coulda been me Verse 2: I didn’t know Mike Brown I ain’t know Trayvon I didn’t know Sean Bell But I know they gone I ain’t know Oscar Grant or Tamir Rice I didn’t know Eric Garner But I know they life Is worth more than they saying on the tv screen I hate I got a long list, you finna see me scream Cause I feel like they don’t see we kings Made to rule like Him, they think we needy fiends I wasn’t there when they shot at the man I can’t solve cases, won’t say that I can But I do know life as a young black man Guess I can’t be mad that some don’t understand But maybe you would If you looked at my life and you stood where I stood Use my eyes to look at these streets It’s too real when I feel like it coulda been me Hook: Man can I tell you how I’m feeling right now Ah they wanna know how I’m feeling right now I feel like it coulda been me I feel like it coulda been me Verse 3: Picture me as a teen Picking out drinks in the store when I seen The cashier looking at me, then he screams Points at my hip and tells me I’m seen But hold up, I ain’t know that I was that scary And I ain’t know that I could shoot you with a blackberry Very odd, that he saw me as a thug When I’d never caught a case, never stole or bought drugs Or how bout the time that I flew to a show Full of joy, finna rap for a room full of folks Outside then I find it’s a gun in my face Handcuffs on my hands, pat down at the waist It’s the same ol, same ol I fit the description of a criminal that they know They showed me picture, come on Are you kidding? We don’t look a like Well the cops thought we did if you looking right Every black man I know Got stories like those, reaping what they ain’t sow When they assume you a thug from the jump It don’t matter if you strapped with a pump Look I don’t know if Mike Brown had his hands up But I’m writing saying homie I’ma stand up And I’ma tell you I feel I look in these streets And say it’s real when I feel like it coulda been me Hook Verse 4: Skies feeling grey, eyes red Black and white clash, clouds over head How long till they heard what we said How long till they hear what I said? Shout out to all the good cops Fighting bad guys, making good stops I hate that on the hood blocks In the end they might try to lump you in with all the crooks I wanna say to all my young black men I know it’s feeling like we just can’t win But in your anger don’t sin Don’t affirm what they thinking Don’t let nobody tell us we ain’t got worth Some will try to shut us down it will not work I know it ain’t fair, but we know that He cares And one day he’ll wipe away tears Outro Where’s your hope at? Mine is in him Where is your hope at? Mine is in him We got work to do, but my hope is in him They got work to do too, but my hope is in him
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