Sick Jacken, Cynic (Street Platoon) - Black Hole lyrics

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 LA 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

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

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

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