作曲 : Stanley Robinson

VERSE 1

The television say that I'm suppose to be a crook

The message is the same on every station that I look

Gonna hide something from me they say put it in a book

'Cause that's the last place that a simpleton would look

But sorry to disappoint, never been to the clink

Known to kill shit, just not the way that you think

And not afraid to do just that, I ain't stupid

Some get brain then act scared to use it

That there is foolish

You've got me mistaken

Got too much love to waste my life hatin'

Suppose to rhyme about the money I be makin'

Dessert chef stee, my G, strictly cakin'

But if I did that then clearly I'd be fakin'

Instead I rhyme about the difference I be makin'

Suppose to be a rapper, I'm an MC

You'd be one too if you knew your history

We went from toastin', boastin', to loafin'

Pioneers pissed that they left the door open

We're suppose to make them proud. I still plan to

By kicking all these lame men out, Substantial's

Suppose to be a quitter and absentee father

But I figure what's more precious than my daughter

Nada! Develop her mind so she's smarter

And destined to do great things like her father!

HOOK

Speak about it

Then I be about it

Where would I be without it

Brilliant!

Speak about it

Then I be about it

Where would I be without it

Resilient!

VERSE 2

I'm suppose to be homeless

Slept on the floors of my brothers, no Jonas

So I... ain't... thinkin' 'bout opponents

Went from the couch surfer to an homeowner

Where I'm from that's called progress

I'm the truth indeed I plead no contest

I'm suppose to be a thief no conscious

Only stole the show at sold out concerts

And never sold any kinda

Contraband to no man. No ganja

Don't let the locks fool ya, y'all got me twisted

No sice, no stereotype, no statistic!

Shape up or ship out in this game

Take a little off the top, go against the grain

And keep my cuts bold, refuse to be faded

But when your green's light you're usually jaded

HOOK

VERSE 3

I'm suppose to be a failure

But I catch breaks

Like a breath of fresh air and the snare's my inhaler

Brought a brother back when I should've been silenced

I'm suppose to be a victim of gun violence

Thrice!

But my spirits defiant

The earth gave birth to a sun with a vibrant

Light!

But my heart should be black

Overcompensating for everything that I lack

In fact I'm the polar opposite of that

But they act like I only play sports and sell crack

And/Or rap I can be that and much more

Came a long way though they tried to leave me cut short

Hard work pays, what I need luck for?

Guess I was suppose to be scared of a shut door

Can't halt my train of thoughts conductor

Express lines nonstop when tracks cut off

HOOK