BR34K

Yo, they say you're a product of your environment,
But the crimes I see, always tied to an IC3,
The streets made me violent, they claim that shit's my alignment,
But I don’t wanna be no IC3, nah, that ain't me.

I was raised in the chaos, trapped in this gridlock,
Sentenced by the jurisdiction, can't break this tick-tock,
Speaking the system, I tried to apply distance,
But I’m still barred with the friction, that’s my mission.

Too many men caught up, lost in the haze,
Either they use or they sell, caught up in the maze,
Trapped in a cell, where the mind goes to hell,
Like I don’t wanna be no stereotypical black male.

They say you're a product of your environment,
But I refuse to be defined by a moment of silence,
Breaking these chains, gotta find my way out,
IC3, I’m done with that doubt.

Living in a world where the vision’s so bleak,
But I’m here to rise up, never accept defeat,
They label us quick, but never know our story,
I’m rewriting the script, I’m claiming my glory.

Yo, they say you're a product of your environment,
But I’m breaking the cycle, that ain’t my alignment,
Too many trapped by the drugs and the sales,
But I’m rewriting the tale, I refuse to fail.

Yeah, I’m stepping out bold, with a fire in my soul,
Flipping the script, watch this black boy roll,
I’m a king in the making, hear the story unfold,
No more chains on my dreams, just let ‘em be told.

So here’s to the fighters, the dreamers, the ones,
Who refuse to let the struggle define who they become,
Stand tall, break the walls, we’ll rewrite the scene,
No more IC3, just living the dream.

Yo, they say you're a product of your environment,
But I’m elevating high, no more confinement,
I’m here to say that this story’s not done,
Light up the path, watch me rise like the sun.

Yo, they say you're a product of your environment,
But the crimes I see, always tied to an IC3,
The streets made me violent, they claim that shit's my alignment,
But I don’t wanna be no IC3, nah, that ain't me.

I was raised in the chaos, trapped in this gridlock,
Sentenced by the jurisdiction, can't break this tick-tock,
Speaking the system, I tried to apply distance,
But I’m still barred with the friction, that’s my mission.

Too many men caught up, lost in the haze,
Either they use or they sell, caught up in the maze,
Trapped in a cell, where the mind goes to hell,
Like I don’t wanna be no stereotypical black male.


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Spanish Harlem

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Microphone Master

R.E.C. Room (Explicit Version)

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