2012

[Verse 1: Sick Jacken] It's a brave new world This generation faces 2012 and the war between god and hell And we're still sent to rot in jails We're in a post-revelation era attempts to stop it failed A serpent smiles from behind the veil Streets are ready for a revolution That's why my rhymes prevail I'm in a city where the lions dwell Roam in packs like sickdogs but most of 'em die in cells Real gangbanging lived in the 90's Most kids now don't even know why the fuck they're fighting It's end of days music you don't know why you're dying I bring a warning to the streets with these songs I'm writing [Verse 2: Cynic] Still destroy each other nightly I don't think they understand what is that we put in writing Bodies still dropped by lighting in this never Ending war we fighting everybody dying I keep on having little dreams of mine Where I survive and no one else alive I walk alone where the shadows dwell but Their hearts are crying trapped in these Streets of mine where the enemy's still the swine I realize what it is but what it do the truth could Change me and the rest of the troops Together ain't know way we could lose we taking aim Preparing man for the end of the king I hope You know what I mean... [Hook] Even when you die time don't stand still Surviving this, the only reason man kills This is prophecy not philosophy Annihilation of human kind is haunting me I used to chase dreams now it's 2012 a.d When the gods wipe the slate clean This is prophecy not philosophy Annihilation of human kind is haunting me [Verse 3: Sick Jacken] We're living in the last days I'm trying to survive the man-snakes Open your third-eye homie join the masked race They're sucking the blood from earth at a fast pace And come in the name of god but they lack grace We wear a cross with jesus hanging When the homies give their life up for us In the streets banging I know some good people that died for a cause I should put 'em on my neck where I wear the cross Religion killed the spirit now we're god-fearing We're either blind or we act like we don't hear it I told you before beware of the false prophets The plan will finish us all if we don't stop it [Verse 4: Cynic] Most of us know what they plot soon the military's gonna be the cops they call Us l.a.'s hezbollah on the block I welcome this new world government shit I accept chips stacked sick but not them micro kids Man I'm a psycho my life's a cycle of past generation Incarcerations makes life so ice cold phones been tapped always under Surveillance I utter enslavement For strange days await the faceless If we willing we would stop the killing we far from chillin But really holmes check at the end who's winning At last maybe that day will come but until then all I see is pain for some [Hook]