N***a in a Suitcase

**** in a suitcase

Still walk with a screwface

Things changed, but they ain't

They still stare when I step on a airplane

I swear I'm not that famous

Every day feels like an away game

Could be all in my head, or

Could be a black face printed on a front page

Tired and tested

I feel their resentment

I know why I'm stood here

You didn't expect it

So I put my hood up just to cut through the tension

And I heard what you said, oh, that's not how you meant it?

Let me pay with my race card, this is gettin' expensive

For the moment that I stepped in, I had your attention

I never heard nobody else answer none of these questions

I'm the one you offended, why are you gettin' offensive?

Bruv, this happens way too much to mention

We're talkin' in the same tone, why is my tone aggressive?

I gave you a fiver, why did you double-check it?

I understand your stance, I get the message

I learnt this lesson, the fuckery never lessens

It's like they never get it, like it's to be expected

So why are we pretendin' that everything is fair?

That's part of the problem

Tell the truth, you've never cared

**** in a suitcase

Still walk with a screwface

Things changed, but they ain't

They still stare when I step on a airplane

I swear I'm not that famous

Every day feels like an away game

Could be all in my head, or

Could be a black face printed on a front page