Point the Finger (feat. Riley Gale)
Poor little Johnny didn't live to see sixteen
Gun made his lung collapse
Buried the body of his brother the next week
Cops shot him twice in the back
Wrong floor, kicked down the door
No questions asked
(Police mothafucka)
Eyes meet, both on their feet
They open fire before he can speak
Wrong place, wrong time
Stay out the streets is what they mama said
Dead man, no crime
School boys, they never broke a law
Anywhere, any time
They shoot first and ask questions last
Could be yours, could be mine
And then they point the finger at you
(And then they point the finger at you)
Unarmed, it don't matter, you can get got
Your own home, it don't matter, you can get shot
They feel fear and start squeezing that gat
They shoot to kill, now you're flat on your back
Dead witness, no coincidence
Drug deal gone bad (Drug deal gone bad)
The fuckin' badge is the biggest gang
We've ever had
Wrong place, wrong time
Dealer dead, no drugs, no cash
Dead man, no crime
Cops shot him, said he reached for a gun
Anywhere, any time
They shoot first and ask questions last
Could be yours, could be mine
And then they point the finger at you
How many more innocent people and kids
Gotta get killed by these police, man?
And then it's always the victim's fault
This is some fuckin' bullshit
Wrong place, wrong time
They shoot first and ask questions last
Dead man, no crime
And then they point the finger at you
Gun made his lung collapse
Buried the body of his brother the next week
Cops shot him twice in the back
Wrong floor, kicked down the door
No questions asked
(Police mothafucka)
Eyes meet, both on their feet
They open fire before he can speak
Wrong place, wrong time
Stay out the streets is what they mama said
Dead man, no crime
School boys, they never broke a law
Anywhere, any time
They shoot first and ask questions last
Could be yours, could be mine
And then they point the finger at you
(And then they point the finger at you)
Unarmed, it don't matter, you can get got
Your own home, it don't matter, you can get shot
They feel fear and start squeezing that gat
They shoot to kill, now you're flat on your back
Dead witness, no coincidence
Drug deal gone bad (Drug deal gone bad)
The fuckin' badge is the biggest gang
We've ever had
Wrong place, wrong time
Dealer dead, no drugs, no cash
Dead man, no crime
Cops shot him, said he reached for a gun
Anywhere, any time
They shoot first and ask questions last
Could be yours, could be mine
And then they point the finger at you
How many more innocent people and kids
Gotta get killed by these police, man?
And then it's always the victim's fault
This is some fuckin' bullshit
Wrong place, wrong time
They shoot first and ask questions last
Dead man, no crime
And then they point the finger at you
Credits
Writer(s): William Scott Putney, Will Dorsey Jr, Vincent Duhuan Dennis, Tracy Lauren Marrow
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