Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Correct , by - Charles Hamilton. Song from the album Hamilton, Charles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.12.2016
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Correct |
| 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 |