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letra de interrogated because i'm brown - lighter shade of brown

tell me if i lost with all cops my -ss
why can’t it only be one instead of whole camps
treating my people like sc-ms and bums
when after every arrest you find blood and donut crumbs
billy goats they all jump with the billy club
dismiss the badge and get snuff
and it’s a lock down, one homeboy shot down
a big gun smoke so that they can meet the quote
another less vato walk the street
take away his wallet so john doe can tag his feet
mr powell you’ll drop like a pound
well send your -ss to the h-ll gates with daryl
cause beating us down is no trivia
you wanna find america then take your -ss to lybia
on the intake no show cause i’m down
interrogated cause i’m brown

you need to raise up from a buck and straight get loony
police they wanna screw me and do me
but i won’t let em do me
i’m getting dope like patrick swayze
you thinkin that you can fade me
you crazy
i’m kicking it with lighter shade see
don’t step cause you’ll get smoked just like the chronic
get on the track and run it, watch it-they go
watch me jump on it
like kool and the gang i’m swingin the slang style for the police
but bust this, no justice and no peace
cause it’s a stake off
how’d that sound dirty coppers wanna clown
had to have em capped, interrogated cause i’m brown

out on the ghetto kicking it on the west side
piece of my hometown creepin of the old side
drive by status in the city of the free
popping out a clip drove by and had another allaby
i was at a show, at a show
so he did the job i don’t know
punk john wayne’s p-ssed so he’ll har-ss my -ss
shining the light on my face keeping my hands on the dash
now ask yourself what to do-what to do
when a city like pico runs wild on you
so we’re lost in the system cops trying to keep us down
interrogated cause our skin is brown

on the corner pump the sh-t on my walkman
one time creeps i don’t sleep cause they stalkin
what am i to say, what am i to do
i’m high as a kite and my breath smells like brew
mr copper mr copper should i run son
because you’re quick to pull the clip off your gun son
i’m not the type to go out like a dumb one
gaffle me up and lock me inside of your dungeon
get it on with torture chamber i suppose
there’s a beanie on top my head and a ring inside my nose
i never live it down, no never live it down
interrogated, seperated cause my skin is brown

i remember the day i got roughed up
the jura threw a jacket on the bank for a hold up
wanted to know my ident-ty
so i looked into the eyes of my blue eyed enemy
he tried to get me in the back seat
i’m back -g-, because the cracker’s on the worksheet
then they had me in a choke hold
then snap, woke up and it was no joke
they had the billy club stuck in my side
cuffed up in the back, they was glad i was alive
now it was time for the pigs to have some fun
trying to get me to confess to a a crime i never done
since i was the victim of harr-ssment
but in my hood the chota get they -ssed kicked
aztlan nation on the rise so check the sound
interrogated cause i’m brown

spot light hits, the copters fly in the m-sses
bum rush the borders, the h-ll with the badges
a-l-t and a lighter shade brown don’t give a f-ck
about a beige gate or a lime green truck
one lil’ two little seven aztecs
smoking up the marble and sipping up ex-wrecks
the stage, alt let the funk flow
rine stones, cowboys, it’s the low blow
i’m gonna walk, i’m gonna talk
i’m gonna stand on my own two and flair another tamahawk
another latin time bomb and i’m down
interrogated with a lighter shade of brown

interrogated cause my skin was brown
got me bound, hand cuffed, and shackled to the ground
said i didn’t have the knowledge to kick some facts
so they sticking me this and they labeled me that
put a price on my head and said alive or dead
no matter what the cost or the blood shed
so now its on-death in my face
gotta set the pace so i can win this race
but as i’m running, run–still no end in sight
am i on a fantasy land or on a joy ride
into an unknown path-lots of panic
my minds confused and i don’t understand it
door to door to a table with one light
me and one man interrogating me all night
round for round for round for round all night
interrogated cause my skin was brown

- lighter shade of brown

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