Suspect (Radio Version)

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

When I pray, each and every time I live another day

Around this town, a Brown man is subject

To die before twenty-five and still born a suspect

We need a conviction, yo, depiction

A nappy-headed **** fits your perfect description

So if you're Black, got a fat bomber

You better head for the hills 'cause

You's about to catch some mad drama

And I'ma kick it like this

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

Hand on my head, back seat, squad car transportation

To the station for interrogation

So hold the blows, you know

'Cause I gotta stay straight for my newspaper photos

Yo, the frame-up came up

And even though I didn't do shit, but you still put my name up

Underneath my picture, a swatcher

Three-inch letter page one, daily news say I got ya

I got caught with my nina

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

I'm droppin' dimes on my man, but he's droppin' on me

Now they got my whole motherfuckin' clan

I'm innocent, but that shit don't matter

'Cause it's time to play ball and you know who's the batter

Swingin' for the fences, **** hit the benches

No respect, that's what you get when you a suspect

You brown in this town, then you better hit the deck

Since the first day of birth, I was born a suspect (Yup)

I gotta walk around strapped 'cause I'm on the attack

'Cause I'm Black, got a target on my back (Yeah)

You brown in this town, then you better hit the deck

Since the first day of birth, I was born a suspect (Okay)

I gotta walk around strapped 'cause I'm on the attack

'Cause I'm Black, got a target on my back (Yeah)

So you wanna be heard, you better say somethin' and stop frontin'

You gettin' fucked, and you know who do the humpin'

I'm stompin' in my workerman boots

Dirty motherfuckers I'm douchin', time to start the revolution

'Cause you wanna treat me like a curse

But what's worse, you wanna put a motherfucker in a hearse

But you don't wanna battle me

You even fucked with my moms, but that still didn't rattle me

But I'm born with a dependency

You're pumpin' dope in my veins and try to act like a friend to me

Sayin' that you gotta do it to maintain

While you're steady fuckin' up my brain

Yo, I'm underweight and I can't pay attention

By third grade, I'm spendin' more time in detention

Then the fourth gotta go (Why?)

'Cause you're teachin' me the same shit I learned three years ago

I learned to idolize the neighborhood fools

And run with the worst motherfuckers playin' in school

And **** in the streets is my family

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

I'm runnin' tricks for my man

I can't understand why I'm headed for the is-land

Yo, I did what I did 'cause 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

You brown in this town, then you better hit the deck

Since the first day of birth, I was born a suspect (Yeah)

I gotta walk around strapped 'cause I'm on the attack

'Cause I'm Black, got a target on my back (Uh-huh)

And every day I pray that my life'll be different

But ain't nothin' changed, so I hit the spliff and stay lifted

I'm born a suspect, I'm born a suspect

I'm born a suspect, I'm born a suspect (Yeah)

Yo, rollin' down the block in my SC

See a 5-0 in my rearview, know he wan' test me

Wonderin' how I get that fifty-thousand dollar car

But he don't even give a fuck who you are

But if I was ten, you wouldn't stop me

But since I got a pick in my hand, yeah, you know you gon' clock me

I put my joint over 'cause I got my paper straight

Wonderin' should I try to make the great escape

But if I do that, it'll just give a reason

To do what you do 'cause my skin is in season

I'm college-educated and I wear a white collar

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

You walkin' with your hand on your trigger

But I got my hand on my son 'cause son, my shit is much bigger

And one false move, you better pray everlasting

'Cause if I'm goin' out, son, I'm goin' out blastin'

'Cause **** is tired of your tactics

So I keep my strap on lock with the black rhino plastic

So if you wanna put me to a test

I'ma put some holes in your back through that bulletproof vest

'Cause when my situation gets drastic

And I'm about to die, we both goin' home in a casket

'Cause when the back pipe blows, the ghetto gets respect

So you better think twice when you check a suspect, yo

You brown in this town, then you better hit the deck

Since the first day of birth, I was born a suspect (Yeah)

I gotta walk around strapped 'cause I'm on the attack

'Cause I'm Black, got a target on my back (Aight)

And every day I pray that my life'll be different

But ain't nothin' changed, so I hit the spliff and stay lifted

I'm born a suspect, I'm born a suspect (Yeah)

I'm born a suspect, I'm born a suspect (Yeah)