Break The System

Born sinner, my heart was driven, break out the prison Mentally speaking my nigga, thankful I found the rhythm Now I live decent, didn't even have a pot to piss in Dead or in prison yeah they thought I'd be another victim Though we crawl sometimes and we walk sometimes, yeah Now we all go cryin' 'cause we all got times, yeah Coppers try'na lock me up and chain me Judge me by my skin, they don't care 'bout where my brain be Sometimes I wanna take a trip back, back in slavery Slap the master right in the mouth on the daily This one is for them niggas didn't make it off the field They incarcerate us, modern slaves is really real I been contemplating nights, I stay up with the steel Like I ain't got enough, should I go out there and steal? This black shit is real, motherfuckas get the reel, try'na run up on the track Feed them shows how we react We don't take that shit to rap, not at all This is war by default But they show that shit on TV is it really our fault? 'Till I have a billi', y'all will never see me yawn You could clearly see the snakes when you organize your lawn So I'mma scrape the rake and grind out 'till the break of dawn They love to hate the greats until you won just like LeBron (Lawd) I'm on one like McGrady, thirty seconds I go crazy System got so many cracks, I should'a been born in the 80's I shoot porn with yo' lady, she eat my cum like it's gravy So I know I ain't the father to that baby Born sinner, my heart was driven, break out the prison Mentally speaking my nigga, thankful I found the rhythm Now I live decent, didn't even have a pot to piss in Dead or in prison yeah they thought I'd be another victim Though we crawl sometimes and we walk sometimes, yeah Now we all go cryin' 'cause we all got times, yeah Grew up with his daddy, incarcerated out the struggle With a mother who ain't love him 'cause he look just like his father Started failin' outta school, because the times is getting harder Had to get up on this hustle, chose the dope theme as a startup He was nice with the clippers nigga, shoulda been a barber But the hustlers on the corners with the Benz was lookin' sharper Nigga handed him a pack, told him four PM to show up So he cut his last class, told his friends to watch the glow up What a fool, victim to having no role models Told him wighty-twenty splittin', he took it with no problem Even handed him a grip, "With this shit, this gon' solve it But you ever end up using a clip, then just toss it" Nigga went to his coordinates, started making loads of flips Niggas saw him walking shit, approached him hawk to spit Homie hand was slow to lift, he pulled out his and gripped the stick Saw like twenty witnesses but ran to his apartment Try to go to sleep but pray to God the dude ain't dead But he woke up to the homicide unit by his bed Further end of story and he sittin' in a jail In a bunk with his father, niggas made him share a cell Viscious cycle, all he needed was some education 'Stead they leave him on the streets so they could go out and detain him Man this shit is systematic, I know everything ain't racist But the hood is like a death trap and the systems are created Time to change it Born sinner, my heart was driven, break out the prison Mentally speaking my nigga, thankful I found the rhythm Now I live decent, didn't even have a pot to piss in Dead or in prison yeah they thought I'd be another victim Though we crawl sometimes and we walk sometimes, yeah Now we all go cryin' 'cause we all got times, yeah Yeah, don't fall, pressure makes you go