[Verse 1]
I tell this story like a Rasta of a sister shot by coppers
Outside the home, they at the door—nobody cared to knock it
Dreamin' wit' her honey—it was shockin', it's so surprisin'
Midnight, the door rockin', battle ram, nobody talkin'
"Who is it?" her honey barkin'—who breakin' in our apartment? Silence
As the man of home, he know he had to cock it
He let one ring out as a warnin'; they then shot in thirty-two times
She dyin'; like Bob Marley, he cryin' out—

[Chorus]
I shot the sheriff but I did not shoot the deputy
He shot me
Nobody cares whеn these black bodies pilе up in the street
They shot me

[Verse 2]
Bullets burn; they Holocaust us, ashes to our daughters
Pray our sons have granddaughters and live to be grandfathers
Dedicated to Assata, broke our fourth chakra
In memory of the Rasta who forewarned us for Breonna
We still dealin' wit' the trauma, prayin' for the mommas
Civil suits, they give us loot, but ain't no healin' in the commas
They lie and they lie and they lie on us
We the only ones that truly, really cry for us
Time and time again, we gotta fight for us
The sheriff and the deputies—they got they rifles up
As Sean Bell laid bleedin', never got married for reason
Fifty shots, he was murdered by the cops, singin'—
[Chorus]
I shot the sheriff but I did not shoot the deputy
He shot me
Nobody cares when these black bodies pile up in the street
They shot me
I shot the sheriff but I did not shoot the deputy
He shot me
Nobody cares when these black bodies pile up in the street
They shot me