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 want to 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 want to 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 commissioner But if I get outta this, chief, I'm gettin' ya Chief 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 Chief walks in talkin' that +nigga+ smack "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 want to 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