[Verse 1: Sick Jacken]

Welcome to the black hole
Mothafuckers out here don't know how to act so
All those beware when the gat blow
Don't know what we're going to strike when the cap goes
Bullets travel down my block in excess
That's how they do it down in SS
Sickside for you not knowers
Southside of L.A. for all you non believing cock blowers

You don't know us
Cops flash lights toward us
Red and blue glowers, sirens scream for us
In the slums where the young hold guns
And pick crumbs from the trickle down funds
That's laid out for us
We get ours if it means break laws
It's a revolution so we break off
Break bread or take loss
We make wars, create scars
We're sick of how you break balls

[Hook: Sick Jacken]

The leader of my country spends all his money on his army
And when i did the same on my street he came down on me
I don't know what to do about it anymore
I just keep on living lost in the black hole

[Verse 2: Cynic]

We're all lost don't know our direction
The way we headed if we keep on using aggression
The best example is this man that we all call president
Everything is handled with terror and nuclear weapons
So if we changed positions and the world finally listened
They understood the use of state politics and religion
It's obvious the game played so we close to collision
So we say it's time for change over their commission
I know it feels like the world is held down in submission
We grow from concrete we solid up hold our tradition
Don't give in to opposition half our brothers in prison
So we full of optimism know at the end who the winners
We the few to gather the rest and lead them to truth
Through death we resurrect we here in flesh we protect
Celestial architects building on how to get
Ourselves together before it's all revealed


[Hook: Sick Jacken]

The leader of my country spends all his money on his army
And when i did the same on my street he came down on me
I don't know what to do about it anymore
I just keep on living lost in the black hole