I Rather Be Wrong

Lyrics

[Verse 1: MF Grimm] Few Bullets hit the floor while flying through the air Billie Jean light up concrete, some die there Military weapons against stones not fair Gunshots in the street, whole block scared Niggas tell you they love you right before they shoot you Hug your momma, cry at your funeral It's terrible, sinful. Life here is pitiful God has a dark sense of humor, divine comedy Joke's on you, punchline is tragedy It's not what he say, it's how he deliver it Louis Armstrong gassed me, said it was "Wonderful" Bush lit the match, showed souls are flammable Push me? Don't. I'm close to the edge War, I keep falling, but I'm laying on floor So deep, drowning but I'm not in water In Hell, inferno, inhale, breathe fire In Heaven internally, exhale, leave Lucifer Fail my objective, can never be President Although I have all the criminal qualifications So, no, I guess I'm just like Colin Powell Lack of real power and blood on the conscience Some Caucasians see black as being contagious Their children love us and now act as strangers Wish they could go back to days when they hang us Man, them days they hung us is still among us We got fake revolutionaries trying to mislead us Won't bust their guns. In the head, they just beat us Fight their own kind instead of ones who mistreat us Mechanicals for revolution, Che Guevara never got 'em He couldn't be bought by the demons who shot him So don't give me that "Power to the People" shit unless you're About this shit. Too many niggas died for it Old-timers known how to spot who's legit Real bankers are pros and know who's counterfeit Duo Live, "Free Lunch," that's who I'll roll with We're out here exposing hoes and foes the way we should Living good, not giving back to the hood Shit changed. The Klan's black, wearing hoods Prove me wrong? I wish brothers would In this song 'cause I rather be wrong [Hook: Sample with Scratches by DJ Crucial] "Situation is life or death" - Sample from MF Grimm on MF Grimm ft. Kool G Rap, Akinyele, and Big Chuck - "Stay Strapped (AKA AIDS)" (x2) [Verse 2: MF Grimm] I learned The worse devil in the world's a black one They'll speak your language, talking slang, son If detected, here's come another one Where these niggas coming from? Bred with self-hatred Eating master's scraps, feeling that they made it Black churches and buses firebombed and raided Program American Hunger, so they ate it Cook grams, iron chef, ghetto gourmet Slow jams. While get, high forget problems No man's an island, but each one's a monster Shit ain't never gonna change, we can't solve them How can a nation build when they don't love each other? No promised land, only misery prolonged But in this song, I rather be wrong [Hook: Sample with Scratches by DJ Crucial] "Situation is life or death" - Sample from MF Grimm on MF Grimm ft. Kool G Rap, Akinyele, and Big Chuck - "Stay Strapped (AKA AIDS)" [Verse 3: MF Grimm] Armstrong Williams endorsed Bush to kill millions Your skin is black, but, for you, I have no feelings Your fouls are flagrant, you secret agent I speak for a tribe still alive but lost Your ancestors will haunt you 'til you see the light Condoleezza Rice, how you sleep at night? I guess the Devil tucked you in real tight. Take a Look in a mirror, bitch, you are not white What do they have on you? Something ain't right The vow taken by the President at the inauguration: Never let this become a nigga nation But they're like roaches, Plan B: space station Just in case they get the heart, choose to fight And want a war, can't take it no more Make these niggas literally reach for the stars Throwing rocks will never reach Mars—can't touch this Kill 'em off, see who survives the sequel It's un-American, niggas will never be equal Fuck them jiggaboos, they're not even people It's not a myth—they're only three-fifths Abe, that nigga lover, what was on his mind? Probably had nigga in him, knew he was they kind Now a nigga for life, that's why pennies don't shine [Verse 4: MF Grimm] Show nonbelievers matters controlled by the brain Grimm's David Blaine, for the world, display pain All those multiple contusions and bruising illusions Magna Carta, OG Constitution Twelve-Fifteen, master plan for prostitution The king is a pimp wearing jewels to executions Father against son, that was the revolution We didn't matter, so please don't be flattered Africa was shattered, our blood was splattered I've died before, so I don't fear Took two thousand years for a nigga to reappear Gotta kill me 'cause I'm powerful, I know the deal Memorize lines, go along with the script Will my execution make my people flip? Will disciples be trife and slip? Please Come together, all Bloods and Crips, make purple Save your people [Outro: MF Grimm] They're counting on you to kill yourselves. It's time for us to make a change. I rather be wrong. We're now hanging ourselves. There's no excuse no more. We gotta come together, we gotta get shit right. Shit is too fucked up. It's been fucked up for a long time, man. It's beyond color though. We just need to get our heads together. People don't realize what this world is for, man, this ain't what... Shit ain't for us to sit out here, fucking fighting each other. Motherfuckers, think, man, think. Life is too short for this shit. Running around in circles, man, like rats in a maze