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letra de broken window theory - raneraps

hook:
riding shotgun, pistol pump grip
and my shades darker than my days in the field
broken window theory
we survive in this sh-t
f-ck a 9-5, we ride and grind, dying to live

verse 1:
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
k!ll or be k!lled, it’s all the same thing
n-ggas 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 n0body doing dishes
some days you so drained
life in this cold game
you rather smoke pot than have your own pot to p-ss in
and n-ggas don’t even live long enough to have f-cking eulogies
young ogs like the hood had a mutiny
teens outrunning a manslaughter
invite em over like a lan party
get your f-ckin man bodied

hook:
riding shotgun, pistol pump grip
and my shades darker than my days in the field
broken window theory
we survive in this sh-t
f-ck a 9-5, we ride and grind, dying to live

verse 2:
it’s a shootout in the streets
neighbors called out of work
this all out war
and n-ggas 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 f-cked
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 f-cking 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

hook:
riding shotgun, pistol pump grip
and my shades darker than my days in the field
broken window theory
we survive in this sh-t
f-ck a 9-5, we ride and grind, dying to live

- raneraps

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