Born sinner, my heart was driven break out the prison

Mentally speaking my nigga they full-out 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

Yeah 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 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 up off the field

They incarcerate us, modern stages 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', I will never see me yawn

You could clearly see the snakes when you organize your lawn

So Im'ma 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 they full-out 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

Yeah 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 hustles on the corners with the Benz was lookin' sharper

Nigga handed him a pack, told him 4PM 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 80/20 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

Viscous 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 they full-out 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

Yeah we crawl sometimes and we walk sometimes yeah

Now we all go cryin' 'cause we all got time yeah

Yeah, don't fall, pressure makes you go