I’m a Suspect

I’m a suspect
In America
I’ve been going around
No matter if I’m up or if I’m down
I’m a suspect
In America
I thought beyond the chain gang
The games were still the same
So survival coming as a slave
So many of my people
Friends and relatives
Are now in their graves
I’m a suspect
Oh, oh
Battered up and down
Ah, been whipped around
I thought about the many fields
Plantations real
Full of me
I’m a suspect
In America
For some’s mentality
Here I stand accused
My life has been so misused
Through blood sweat and tears
I’m a suspect
Oh, oh
Around in America
And lately, it seem to be dark shadows
Catching up with me
Keeping me running and running
and running to a running degree
I’m a suspect
In America
But I will end up being a dust speck
Out in Mother Universe
Just a dust speck
Just a dust speck
Moving around and around and around
Universally
I thought about all us humans
Where we’ll end up
And how we become to be
Just a dust speck
Out in Mother Universe
After working and building and creating
Parts of humanity
While being, oh, while being, yeah
A suspect
Some of us been bound down and roped and tied
And chained and shackled
And pulling around iron bars
And stressed in all kind of messy functions
Became information on our brains
As a suspect
Listed on all kinds of pages
Sometimes appearing to be most wanted
Then again, whoa, dead or alive
When we arrive
When we arrive
To the point of being a dust speck
Out in Mother Universe
So now
Now
Watch them put me down
In the ground
Watch me deteriorate into a dust speck Into a dust speck
I’m a suspect
To the time of being a dust speck
Out in Mother Universe