I Rather Be Wrong lyrics

[Verse 1:]Few bullets hit the floor while flying through the airBillie Jean light up concrete, some die thereMilitary weapons against stones, not fairGun shots in the streets, whole block scaredNiggaz tell you they love you right before they shoot youHug your momma, cry at your funeralIt's terrible, sinful, life here is pitifulGod has a dark sense of humor, divine comedyJokes on you, punch line is tragedyIt's not what he say, it's how he deliver itLouis Armstrong gas me, said it was wonderfulBush lit the match, show souls are flammablePush me, don't, I'm close to the edgeWar, I keep falling but I'm laying on floorSo deep, drowning but I'm not in waterIn Hell, inferno, inhale, breathe fireIn Heaven, internally, exhale, leaven LuciferFail my objective, can never be presidentAlthough I have all the criminal qualificationsSo now I guess I'm just like Colin PowellLack of real power and blood on the conscienceSome Caucasians see black as being contagiousTheir children love us and now act the
strangestWish they could go back to days when they hang usMan them days they hung us is still among usWe got fake revolutionaries trying to mislead usWon't bust they guns, in the head they just beat usFight they own kind instead of ones who mistreat usMechanicals for revolution Che Guevara never got 'emHe couldn't be bought by the demons who shot himSo don't give me that power to the people shitUnless you about the shit, too many niggaz died for itOld timers known how to spot who's legitReal bankers are pros and know who's counterfeitDo or live free lunch, that's who I roll withWe out here exposing hoes and foes the way we shouldLiving good, not giving back to the hoodShit changed, the Klan's black wearing hoodsProve me wrong, I wish brothers wouldIn this song, cause I rather be wrong[Scratched chorus:]Situation is life or death[Verse 2:]I learned the worse devil in the world's a black oneThey'll speak your language, talking slang sonIf detected, here's come another oneWhere these
niggaz coming from?Bred with self hatredEating master's scraps, feeling that they made itBlack churches and buses fire bombed and raidedProgram American Hunger, so they ate itCook grams iron chef, ghetto gourmetSlow jams, while get high forget problemsNo man's an island, but each one's a monsterShit ain't never gonna change, we can't solve themHow can a nation build when they don't love each other?No promise land, only misery prolongBut in this song I rather be wrong[Scratched chorus][Verse 3:]Armstrong Williams endorsed Bush to kill millionsYour skin is black, but for you I have no feelingsYour fouls are flagrant, you secret agentI speak for a tribe still alive but lostYour ancestors will haunt you 'til you see the lightCondoleezza Rice, how you sleep at night?I guess the devil tucked you in real tightTake a look in a mirror bitch you are not whiteWhat do they have on you?Something ain't rightThe vow taken by the president at the inaugurationNever let this become a nigga nationBu
t they're like roaches, plan B space stationJust incase they get the heart, choose to fightAnd want a war, can't take it no moreMake these niggaz literally reach for the starsThrowing rocks will never reach Mars, can't touch thisKill 'em off, see who survives the sequelIt's un-American, niggaz will never be equalFuck them jiggaboos, they not even peopleIt's not a myth; they're only three-fifthsAy that nigga lover, what was on his mind?Probably had nigga in him, knew he was they kindNow a nigga for life, that's why pennies don't shineShow nonbelievers matter's controlled by the brainGrimm's David Blaine, for the world display painAll those multiple contusions and bruising illusionsMagna Carta, OG ConstitutionTwelve fifteen, master plan for prostitutionThe king is a pimp wearing jewels to executionsFather against son, that was the revolutionWe didn't matter, so please don't be flatteredAfrica was shattered, our blood was splatteredI've died before so I don't fearTook two thousand years fo
r a nigga to reappearGotta kill me cause I'm powerful, I know the dealMemorize lines, go along with the scriptWill my execution make my people flip?Will disciples be trife and slip?Please come together all Bloods and Crips, make purpleSave your people, they counting on you to kill yourselvesIt's time for us to make a change, I rather be wrongWe now hanging ourselvesThere's no excuse no more, gotta come togetherGotta get shit right, shit is too fucked upIt's been fucked up for a long time manIt's beyond color though, just need to get our heads togetherPeople don't realize what this world is forShit ain't for us to fucking fight each otherMotherfuckers think man, thinkLife is too short for this shitRunning around in circles man, like rats in a maze