We can’t sleep / living a life of strife that’s hella trife and got us running like a track meet / upon these back streets to the frontlines / yet I don’t know how the rest of the world isn’t affected with insomnia /

It arouses me to think that we’ve been killing ourselves for many years, not even caring just to gratify our moments / never to be atoned till the earth screams leave me alone / but she’s pimped by Father Time who says she’s free to bone / so we treat Mother Nature like a crack whore / wherein incestuous relationships we steady fucking her up her back door / till she acts sore ‘cause her ass raw, drenched in come one come all, she’s birthed her illegitimate son / our Big Brother / and now we got this sibling rivalry / no matter I go, I know he’ll always keep his eye on me / but we need some sort of protection, I guess, to stay ahead / yet we never thought of protection when we raped the world and fled / and now nobody cares to listen, chalks it up as a fair decision / ‘cause it’s dog eat dog and yet we’re so shocked that terrorism’s on the rise like it never has been noticed before / and only as of late it’s motivating us to war / and we’re implored to back it up and be a part of the patriotic axiom / in a nu-and-improved-clear fashion to the maximum / the taxes come and they’re paid to support the holding down of this fort, then in short, digital passion runs rampant funds / at the mercy of a captured, stunned bastard son / so the silicon masters won the war and we don’t abhor the travesty / and get the back the key to live life organically /and accept the fallacy that holds us all at bay / till one day a rain’ll come to wash us all away / and clean out al this maze that man has set from his greed / what goes around comes around—360 degrees, history repeats /

It’s time to lace up your boots and get your troops ready / half of you fruits is scared to see the truth, we’re here to bring it to you / broadcasting live from the LA Zoo / where million different scams are ran to get the loot / politicians buy sex from prostitutes / it’s an everyday thang / hear the shots go ba-bang on the block, the gang’s slang crack rock / when will it stop, that’s what I’m asking / talking to the sky not getting a reply / it’s all about the M-O-N-E-Y anyway / and what makes us live from day to day / so we slave for it / praise the Lord for it / television evangelists taking advantage of the weak minded praying like a mantis / I’m painting my picture on canvas / of the murder capital Los Angeles where we break every commandment / it’s scandalous, trash on the streets / transients begging for currency, but can you handle it, it’s in the ghetto /

Ghetto hysteria spreading infecting the area where we all carry a heavier grudge against competitors anywhere / never to bury the stereotypical hatchet, imagine that / it’s happening everywhere / and any prayers you saying is harder to register / to anybody out for someone else’s blood like predators / it’s getting worse / and only time will tell when Hell is Earth / that’s why we keep our eyes open, focused, set for alert / because we…