Point The Finger

Body Count

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    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 momma 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

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    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 shoot him said he reach for his 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

    Wrong place, wrong time
    They shoot first and ask questions last
    Dead man, no crime
    And then they point the finger at you

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    Composición: Tracy Lauren Marrow, William Scott Putney, Vincent Duhuan Dennis y Will Dorsey Jr

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