Break the System Songtext
von The Underachievers

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
Better off pissin', yeah they thought I′d be another victim
Aye, aye, aye, though we crawl sometimes and we walk sometimes
Aye, aye, aye, know we all gonna grind 'cause we all got time to spit

Coppers tryna 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 incarcerated, this modern stage is really real
I've been contemplatin′ 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, motherfuckers get the real
Tryna run up on the track, see them shells 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?
'Til I have a Bentley I will never see me on

You can clearly see the stakes when you organize your lawn

So I′ma scrape the rake and grind until the break of dawn
They love to hate the greats until you won just like LeBron
I'm on one like McGrady, 30 seconds I go crazy
System got so many crates I should've been born in the 80s

I shoot porn with your 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
Better off pissin′, yeah they thought I'd be another victim
Aye, aye, aye, though we crawl sometimes and we walk sometimes
Aye, aye, aye, know we all gonna grind ′cause we all got time to spit

Grew up with his dad incarcerated out the struggle
With a mother who ain't love him ′cause he looked just like his father
Started failin' out of school because the times was gettin' harder


Had to get up on his hustle, chose the dope game as a startup
He was nice with the clippers, nigga should′ve been a barber
But the hustlers on the corners with the Benz was lookin′ sharper
Nigga handed him a pack, told him 4 PM to show up
So he cut his last class, told his friends to watch the glow up
What a fool, victim to havin' no role models
Told him 80/20 split and he took it with no problem
Even handed him a grip, when there′s shit that's gon′ solve it
But you ever end up usin' a clip then just toss it

Nigga went to his coordinates, started makin′ loads of flips
Nigga saw him walkin' shit, approached him with the hawk to spit
Homie hand was slow to lift, he pulled out his and clicked the stick

Saw like 20 witnesses but ran to his apartment

Try to go to sleep and pray to God that dude ain't dead
But he woke up to the homicide unit by his bed

Further in the story and he′s sittin′ in a jail
In a bunk with his father, niggas made him share a cell
Vicious cycle, all he needed was some education
Instead they leave him in the streets so they can go out entertainin'
Man this shit is systematic, I know everything ain′t racist
But the hood is like a death trap and the system's what create it
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
Better off pissin', yeah they thought I′d be another victim
Aye, aye, aye, though we crawl sometimes and we walk sometimes
Aye, aye, aye, know we all gonna grind 'cause we all got time to spit

Get up, get on, don't fall
Pressure makes you go