Interrogated Cuzz I`m Brown

Tell me if I lost with all cops my ass,<br>Why can`t it only be one instead of whole camps,<br>Treating my people like scums and bums,<br>when after every arrest you find blood and donut crumbs,<br>billy goats they all jump with the billy club<br>dismiss the badge and get snuff,<br>And it`s a lock down, one homeboy shot down,<br>A big gun smoke so that they can meet the quote,<br>Another less vato walk the street,<br>take away his wallet so John Doe can tag his feet,<br>Mr Powell you`ll drop like a pound,<br>Well send your ass to the hell gates with Daryl,<br>Cause beating us down is no trivia,<br>You wanna find America then take your ass to Lybia,<br>On the intake no show cause I`m down,<br>interrogated cause I`m Brown<br><br>You need to raise up from a buck and straight get loony,<br>Police they wanna screw me and do me,<br>But I won`t let em do me.<br>I`m getting dope like Patrick Swayze<br>You thinkin that you can fade me,<br>You crazy,<br>I`m kicking it with Lighter Shade see,<br>Don`t step cause you`ll get smoked just like the chronic,<br>Get on the track and run it, watch it-they go.<br>Watch me jump on it ,<br>like kool and the gang I`m swingin the slang style for the police<br>But bust this, no justice and no peace<br>cause it`s a stake off,<br>How`d that sound dirty coppers wanna clown,<br>had to have em capped, interrogated cause I`m Brown.<br><br>Out on the ghetto kicking it on the west side,<br>Piece of my hometown creepin of the old side,<br>Drive by status in the city of the free,<br>Popping out a clip drove by and had another allaby,<br>I was at a show, at a show,<br>so he did the job I don`t know,<br>Punk John Wayne`s pissed so he`ll harass my ass<br>Shining the light on my face keeping my hands on the dash,<br>Now ask yourself what to do-what to do,<br>when a city like Pico runs wild on you<br>So we`re lost in the system cops trying to keep us down,<br>interrogated cause our skin is Brown.<br><br>On the corner pump the shit on my walkman,<br>One time creeps I don`t sleep cause they stalkin,<br>what am I to say, what am I to do,<br>I`m high as a kite and my breath smells like brew.<br>Mr Copper Mr copper should I run son,<br>because you`re quick to pull the clip off your gun son,<br>I`m not the type to go out like a dumb one,<br>Gaffle me up and lock me inside of your dungeon,<br>Get it on with torture chamber I suppose,<br>there`s a beanie on top my head and a ring inside my nose,<br>I never live it down, no never live it down,<br>interrogated, seperated cause my skin is Brown.<br><br>I remember the day I got roughed up,<br>The jura threw a jacket on the bank for a hold up,<br>wanted to know my identity,<br>so I looked into the eyes of my blue eyed enemy,<br>he tried to get me in the back seat,<br>I`m back -G-, because the cracker`s on the worksheet,<br>Then they had me in a choke hold,<br>Then snap, woke up and it was no joke<br>They had the billy club stuck in my side,<br>cuffed up in the back, they was glad I was alive,<br>Now it was time for the pigs to have some fun,<br>trying to get me to confess to a a crime I never done,<br>Since I was the victim of harrassment,<br>but in my hood the chota get they assed kicked,<br>Aztlan nation on the rise so check the sound,<br>interrogated cause I`m Brown<br><br>Spot light hits, the copters fly in the masses,<br>Bum rush the borders, the hell with the badges,<br>A-L-T and a lighter shade brown don`t give a fuck,<br>about a beige gate or a lime green truck,<br>One lil` two little seven Aztecs,<br>smoking up the marble and sipping up ex-wrecks<br>the stage, ALT let the funk flow,<br>rine stones, cowboys, it`s the low blow,<br>I`m gonna walk, I`m gonna talk,<br>I`m gonna stand on my own two and flair another tamahawk,<br>Another latin time bomb and I`m down,<br>interrogated with a lighter shade of Brown.<br><br>Interrogated cause my skin was Brown,<br>got me bound, hand cuffed, and shackled to the ground.<br>Said I didn`t have the knowledge to kick some facts,<br>So they sticking me this and they labeled me that,<br>Put a price on my head and said alive or dead,<br>No matter what the cost or the blood shed<br>So now its on-death in my face,<br>gotta set the pace so I can win this race<br>But as I`m running, run--still no end in sight,<br>am I on a fantasy land or on a joy ride,<br>into an unknown path-lots of panic,<br>my minds confused and I don`t understand it.<br>Door to door to a table with one light,<br>Me and one man interrogating me all night,<br>Round for round for round for round all night,<br>Interrogated cause my skin was Brown.