Body Count - Point the Finger

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

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
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

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

Written by:
TRACY LAUREN MARROW, VINCENT DUHUAN DENNIS, WILL DORSEY JR, WILLIAM SCOTT PUTNEY

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