Yeah I see how you look at me
The way I dress…
The way I walk…
The way I talk.

Yeah I know you checkin' me out
Young black male always under the scope
Every move watched and annotated 
Like a hunter watching it's prey
Waiting for me to slip up
Never hesitant to lock me up

Yeah I see you…
I feel you……….
I know your there………
Keeping track of what I pick up at Barnes & Noble
What movies I rent…
How much money is spent…
How I make my living…

Yeah I know your listening…
To the words I speak ………
Trying to decipher the slang I use…
But ignoring me when I talk the blues…
Uh huh you don't hear that though

Yeah I know what you want
Don't front…
You want us to disappear… 
To be non-existent.
To be eliminated with out resistance…

Yeah you think your slick…
Settin' up traps throughout the black urban and suburban
Letting narcotics flow freely through the hoods
As long as we sell it to our own it's all good
Ain't that right 
I know I'm right
Cause you be plottin' day and night
But we ain't going no where
With out a fight…