Ah

We gonna do it like this

Check it out

“Now I lay me down to sleep” is what I gotta say

When I prey

Each and every time I live another day

Around this town a brown man is subject to die before

25 and still [?] a suspect

We need a conviction

Yo, depiction

And I be handing a bitch a perfect description, so

If you’re black you got a fat bummer

You better head for the hills

Coz you’s about to catch some mad drama

And I'mma kick it like this

I’m about to be the first motherfucker with a handcuff on my wrist

Hand on my head backseat

Squad [?] transportation

To the station

For interrogation

So hold the blows you know

Coz I gotta stay straight for my newspaper photos

Yo, the [?] came out

And even though I did not do shit but you still put my name uh

Underneath my pictures, watch ya

Three inch letter pays one, daily news say I gotcha

I got caught with my meanor

So come clean with a fact, son, we only hit you with a misdemeanor

I’m dropping dimes on my man but he’s dropping on me

Now I got my whole motherfuckin’ clan

I’m innocent but that shit don’t matter

Coz it’s time to play ball and you know who’s the batter

Swinging for the fences

[?] Hit the benches, no respect

That’s what you get when you’re a suspect

If you’re brown in this town you better hit the decks

Since the first day of birth I was born a suspect

I gotta walk around strapped coz I am on the attack

Coz I’m black

Got a target on my back

If you’re brown in this town you better hit the decks

Since the first day of birth I was born a suspect

I gotta walk around strapped coz I am on the attack

Coz I’m black

Got a target on my back

So you wanna be heard you better say s'thin' and stop frontin’

You getting fucked and you know who do the humpin’

I’m stompin’ in my worker man boots

Dirty motehrfuckers ain’t do shit

Time to start a revolution

Coz you wanna treat me like a curse

But what’s worse

You wanna put a motherfucker in the hearse

But you don’t wanna battle me

You even fuck with my moms but that still didn’t rattle me

But I’m born with a dependency

You pumpin dope in my veins and tryin to act like a frienemy

Sayin that you gotta do it to maintain

Why you steady fuckin up my brain

Yo, I am on a waitin’ and I can’t pay attention

But third grade I spend more time in detention

And forth I gotta go, coz you’re teaching me the same shit I learned 3 years ago

I learned to idolize neighborhood fools

I run with the worst motherfuckers playin' at school

And fuckin' streets is my family

Mom don’t give a fuck because she don’t know how to handle me

I wanna [?] for my man

I can’t understand why I am headed for the is-land, yo

I did what I did coz a brother gotta eat

And the case that they gave me I just can’t beat, yo

And I gets no respect

I call, my friends collect

Yo, I’m born a suspect

If you’re brown in this town you better hit the decks

Since the first day of birth I was born a suspect

I gotta walk around strapped coz I am on the attack

Coz I’m black

Got a target on my back

And every day I pray that my life will be different but ain’t nothing change

So I stay so I hit the spliff to stay lifted

I’m born a suspect

I’m born a suspect

I’m born a suspect

Yo

Rollin down the block in my SCC, a five O in my rear view, no he wanna test me

Wonderin how I get fifty thousand dollar car but he don’t even give a fuck who you are

But if I was tanned you wouldn’t stop me

But since I got a pick in my hair yeah, you know you goin’ club me

I pull my joint over coz I got my papers straight

Wonderin' shit I try to make a great escape

But if I do that it will just give a reason to do what you do

Coz my skin is in season

I’m college educated and wear a white collar

But you still think that I'm makin' drug dollars

You walking with your hand on your trigger

But I got my hand on mine, son, coz my shit is much bigger

And one for smooth you better pray everlasting

Coz If I am goin' out son I am goin' out blasting

This [?] is tired of your tactics

So I keep my strap alive with black rhinoplastics

So if u wanna put me to a test

Imma put some holes in your back through that bulletproof vest

Coz when my situation gets drastic and I’m about to die

We both goin' home in a casket

Coz when a bagpipe blows and ghetto gets respect

You better think twice when you check the suspect, yo

If you’re brown in this town you better hit the decks

Since the first day of birth I was born a suspect

I gotta walk around strapped coz I am on the attack

Coz I’m black

Got a target on my back

And every day I pray that my life will be different but ain’t nothing change

So I hit spliff to stay lifted

I’m born a suspect

I’m born a suspect

I’m born a suspect

Yeah