Trip Lee, J.Paul - Coulda Been Me lyrics

Don’t nobody wanna hear our pain
That’s how I’m feeling when I’m
Flipping through them twitter comments
All I feel is rain
They telling me get over it’s old
That stuff don’t exist no more
But that don’t ring true when
I look in these streets
So it’s real when I feel
Like it coulda been me

Man can I tell you how I’m feeling right now
Ah they wanna know how I’m feeling right now
I feel like it coulda been me
I feel like it coulda been me
We all made in God’s image you know
All our lives matter, our vision is broke
We feel pain cause we been here before
Who’s innocent I don’t know
But it coulda been me
I feel like it coulda been me

I didn’t know Mike Brown
I ain’t know Trayvon i didn’t know Sean Bell
But, I know they gone
I ain’t know Oscar Grant or Tamir Rice
I didn’t know Eric Garner
But, I know they life
Is worth more than they saying
On the tv screen i hate I got a long list
You finna see me scream
Cause, I feel like they don’t see we kings
Made to rule like Him
They think we needy fiends
I wasn’t there when they shot at the man
I can’t solve cases, won’t say that I can
But, I do know life as a young black man
Guess I can’t be mad
That some don’t understand
But maybe you would
If you looked at my life and
You stood where I stood
Use my eyes to look at these streets
It’s too real when I feel
Like it coulda been me

Man can I tell you how I’m feeling right now
Ah they wanna know how I’m feeling right now
I feel like it coulda been me
I feel like it coulda been me

Picture me as a teen
Picking out drinks in the store when I seen
The cashier looking at me, then he screams
Points at my hip and tells me I’m seen
But hold up
I ain’t know that I was that scary
And I ain’t know that I could
Shoot you with a blackberry
Very odd, that he saw me as a thug
When I’d never caught a case
Never stole or bought drugs
Or how bout the time that I flew to a show
Full of joy
Finna rap for a room full of folks
Outside then I find it’s a gun in my face
Handcuffs on my hands, pat down at the waist
It’s the same ol, same ol
I fit the description of a
Criminal that they know
They showed me picture, come on
Are you kidding? We don’t look a like
Well the cops thought we did
If you looking right every black man I know
Got stories like those
Reaping what they ain’t sow
When they assume you a thug from the jump
It don’t matter if you strapped with a pump
Look I don’t know if Mike
Brown had his hands up
But, I’m writing saying homie I’ma stand up
And I’ma tell you I feel
I look in these streets
And say it’s real when I feel
Like it coulda been me

Skies feeling grey, eyes red
Black and white clash, clouds over head
How long till they heard what we said
How long till they hear what I said?
Shout out to all the good cops
Fighting bad guys, making good stops
I hate that on the hood blocks
In the end they might try to lump
You in with all the crooks
I wanna say to all my young black men
I know it’s feeling like we just can’t win
But in your anger don’t sin
Don’t affirm what they thinking
Don’t let nobody tell us we ain’t got worth
Some will try to shut us
Down it will not work i know it ain’t fair
But we know that He cares
And one day he’ll wipe away tears

Where’s your hope at? Mine is in him
Where is your hope at? Mine is in him
We got work to do, but my hope is in him
They got work to do too
But my hope is in him