Suburbian Nightmare

You can check my blackness, fact is

I'm rough as a cactus

Now I gotta change what I practice

So I went to the suburbs and bought me a big house

And now they wanna run a brother out?

I'm a well-educated young maker of revenue

Rollin' in a big black BMW

So I'm supposed to fit because I'm straight legit

But the police STILL wanna trip

They accuse me of robbin' myself

Never seen a brother with wealth

Hell, I thought I was big, and now I'm trapped in the house

'Cause the cops got my crib staked out

The police chief is runnin' for comissioner

But if I get outta this, chief, I'm gettin' ya

Cheif needs a cover-up plan 'cause he heard I'm famous

Called a crazy white boy, name was Amos

I thought Amos was a burglar

But when he saw me, he said I never heard of ya

He couldn't tell north from south

But Amos was my only way out

of this suburbian nightmare

Huh

Yeah

My suburbian nightmare

I may not look like Beaver, but you don't either

I bought a big house for the breather

Even in the suburbs, cops are my enemy

And all the rich liberals ain't friendly

So Amos got a shotgun and I got a skillet

Anything movin', I'ma straight up kill it

I'm a black man on the come-up, I got done up

And roughed up by a cop tryin' to get hooked up

I got a meal and I just sealed two more deals

And now I'm runnin' from the cops? This ain't real!

You see, the cops sent Amos in to play that role,

Be a burglar and rob my home?

They offered him a deal and then took it back

Ol' Amos should have signed them a contract

Cheif walks in talkin' that +nigga+ smack

*punch* "oof!" "+nigga, take+ that!"

Now they want me for attempted murder

The craziest case that a brother ever heard of

The neighborhood fears me, they're scared to get near me

The cops wanna smear me

My suburbian nightmare

Suburbian nightmare

I used to eat pig feet, now I'm eatin' lobster

Gettin' my check, boy, the hell with them propers

Life still ain't changed 'cause I gotta get my hustle on

Just to get these cops gone

Four or five mil' can't make my race change

It can make the pace change, but it won't maintain

I can't go outside to jog

'Cause my next-door neighbor got a prejudiced dog

But it's America, home of the free

Life in the 'burbs ain't nothin' like TV

Now I'm runnin' from the cop clan

'Cause my neighborhood told the cops: "It was a black man"

Mr. and Mrs. Gilman next door

Puffin' on a joint, kinky to the core

And that's the typical role model

White picket fence, big house and a bottle

Who can I blame for the stereotypical mix-up?

The innocent again get tricked up

Things is supposed to change when you grow to my size

Open your eyes to my suburbian nightmare

Huh!

My suburbian nightmare

My suburbian nightmare