[Verse 1: Sick Jacken] Welcome to the black hole Mothaf**ers 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 co*k 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 d**h 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