Songtext zu 'Suspect' von Reggie Capers

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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'ma 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 motherfuckers 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 doesn’t know how to handle me
I wanna [?] for my man
I can’t understand why I am headed for the [?], 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
I'ma 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