Correct - Charles Hamilton

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

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, 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?

Isis might attack America next

You’re welcome, since I decided to share what is next

Rappers got guns that’ll tear up your vest

Flare up your flesh, Rats 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