Текст песни Broken Window Theory - RaneRaps

Riding shotgun, pistol pump grip
And my shades darker than my days in the field
Broken window theory
We survive in this shit
Fuck a 9-5, we ride and grind, dying to live

California June gloom but it's mayday
Kids ain't got a play day
Six feet deep before he even have his heyday
Bounty hunter payday
Just the way the game played
No tutorial
Kill or be killed, it's all the same thing
Niggas can't vacate
Blood in, blood out
Even if you cripping best choice stay in the dugout
In too deep, built economies in drug house
Deals go wrong the trap door letting slugs out
We bugged out, tryna make a living
Roll our sleeves up, but ain't nobody doing dishes
Some days you so drained
Life in this cold game
You rather smoke pot than have your own pot to piss in
And niggas don't even live long enough to have fucking eulogies
Young OGs like the hood had a mutiny
Teens outrunning a manslaughter
Invite em over like a LAN party
Get your fuckin man bodied

Riding shotgun, pistol pump grip
And my shades darker than my days in the field
Broken window theory
We survive in this shit
Fuck a 9-5, we ride and grind, dying to live

It's a shootout in the streets
Neighbors called out of work
This all out war
And niggas all out of work
Turning to options ain't never healthy
Steadily beefing
Brain deterioration from drugs
Like a cow with disease and
I mean cops claim to clean up the streets
But even street cleaners don't know dirtier than the PD
It's all fucked
Our local government we can't trust
Rather spend our money on politics that we can't budge
Mandatory minimums, lifelong sentences
To make sure they make back all the investments on all the prison pens
And you tell me that they propositions grounded in truth
Our fucking heads are exploding between the ground and they boots
We need help and a real opportunity
To build from the ground
Reestablish communities
That once held pride
That once had love
Where no one died
Just lived from above
That's all us

Riding shotgun, pistol pump grip
And my shades darker than my days in the field
Broken window theory
We survive in this shit
Fuck a 9-5, we ride and grind, dying to live