Why must I be caught up in these circles of sin
Let's see... where do I begin?
Where do I fit in this whole picture frame?
360 degrees of insane.
Locked in, buggin' out, trapped in a cage.
I'm a ghost inside of a shell, so filled with rage.
In the dawn of the new age, let us engage in the new era.
Psychos live forever.
Who are you?
Could you be my man, sick, too?
Vitamin C to the dark side of the 'shroom.
Neverending.
No point of origin in sight for psycho thoughts of gunshots that carry all
Through my head.
Are you dead? Are you alive?
It's time to survive, for you to rise up.
It ain't time for all your (edited) plans, schemes and lies.
Surprise.
You understand.
Take time
Plan out your hits
We're making our own apocalypse
People change
Come from within
We're livin in circles of sin
We're meant to die from all sides
Look at the message I left in the sky
Is that storm coming?
Tell us
Keep a tight clique Goodfellas
One by the wagon.
Insane on my block.
There's 2 million the same, that don't stop.
Tryin to gain rank through it.
Ain't no shame.
Masquerading down their streets like they on that 'caine.
It's sad they don't see past shady reps dividing the soldiers into rival
Sets.
Infinite divisions for deep incisions through your races.
Forget the faces.
You wanna die? Don't take others with you.
That's suicide. (Break on through)
When your better men get in sin, you'll end up in repentance.
Your neighborhood labels you lieutenant.
The clothes same color.
The victim was to you or
"the darker the color, the less time you do"
They tell about the drama, with intentions to glamour.
Crooked unions, or executions of the hammer.
It's a Psycho perpetuating a cycle.
It's a circle of sin that we're livin in.
Take time
Plan out your hits
We're making our own apocalypse
People change
Come from within
We're livin in circles of sin
We're meant to die from all sides
Look at the message I left in the sky
Is that storm coming?
Tell us
Keep a tight clique Goodfellas