CHARLES HAMILTON - Correc lyrics

rate me

I care for the Lord

But I ain’t careful at all

I want to confess to every sin I commited

But I’ m trying to be a rebel

So give me a minute

Really I get it

You fear for the misunderstood

Gives you the right to attack

It’s understood

But to get that

Get this

Decisions to make

Picture your fear and don’t give it away

I’m sitting in places

Standing on the ground

Can I be down?

I want nothing more than to fit in

Forced into living but my course wasn't written

I'm grown past holding cash

Knowing when to clash

Glowin' from the past

Show me where it's at

Something’s coming but my vision is cloudy

Here I am picture and doubt me

Every time I think I got it figured it out

I’ m rolling you

So you know I hate it when I’m wrong

So whenever I’m correct

I 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 askin’ where does the chain begin?

I stay alone being decent

Punch the cop knowing I would lose my freedom

I let journalists choose a reason

But since then the cops been black

And all of this being senseless