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 nigga 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, nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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)