Snowgoons, Sick Jacken, Cynic (Street Platoon), Bacardi Rian - Sick Life lyrics

One fallen angel make over mankind and
Fuck with a mass mind
The cross breeders rap
I'm a psychopath landmine
The unstable, unbreakable, strike fatal
The sick stick together like NATO
180 degrees, he's now state-owned
Lost in the city of angels with no halo
It's Hades on the surface
Best to just stay low
I'm like a Hell on Earth
While I'm under snake scales
The sick-minded aligned with
Cliques drowned with shot rounds with
Brown felons click brown men
Cops sounding sirens to get loud and
Watch your back cause it could happen to you
From the cradle to the grave with a shoe
The psyche of the street remains in
The brain of the LA zoo
Crooked cops and the government
Set the blueprint
For the gunmen, the black and the SN Goons

It's the life of the trife
Cross and get your wig spliced
Meet Christ when you crap dice
Drag my angel dust fights so
My mind don't think twice
A journey in a mental street life

They've been predicting the end of time
For thousands of years now
Chaos is all they sponsor
The monster serving their God
Abominations of God
Mobster honor versus the occupation
Of mobs for Earth we wanna bring change but
Can't really change ourselves
In Hell we live no matter
How much wealth you got
Hope, that's been forgot
The big plot is taking place in our face
We all robots
My thoughts I've been given in the streets
My gun that's my religion
It protects and provides me vision
It inspires to preach, keep it all at peace
Meanwhile they all make room for the beast
There's got to be a better way
A better day ahead
Not a horrible death to men
We have an army of soldiers and generals sent
By the great mystery to protect what's left

It's the life of the trife
Cross and get your wig spliced
Meet Christ when you crap dice
Drag my angel dust fights so
My mind don't think twice
A journey in a mental street life

It's a race against time in
These days we living
Trying to keep my mind right
Trying to stay out the prison
They got us digging our own hole
Sacrificing our own soul
When 999 don't know how it all goes
I'm in that 1 percent fighting back control
Be plannin', fist up ready to roll
No, I won't fold, bend, and break
I know leaders shift shapes
They really snakes when the doors is closed
Keep my head on a swivel
Always watch for foes homies say I'm p noid
Cause I'm always ready
For situations that cause me to react deadly
What I spit to these melodies
Is written in stone far from a clone
I'm in a frequency of my own
Where few men have travelled is
Where I call home
From my whole different zone
Where niggas stay
Drunk off rum and get blown

It's the life of the trife
Cross and get your wig spliced
Meet Christ when you crap dice
Drag my angel dust fights so
My mind don't think twice
A journey in a mental street life