Sick Jacken - The Fall Of Us ft. Black N Brown Underground & Cynic | Текст песни

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• Sick Jacken
• The Fall Of Us ft. Black N Brown Underground & Cynic

[Verse 1]

Death, crime and murder, low-levels of spirits
Driving my people straight to the limit it’s foul living
We all settle for less and worship the flesh
Money, shiny objects, and things that matter less
Like status and power, sneakers, weed, and powder
New pussy, kush weed, and Israeli choppers
Los Angeles Proper, district of the misfits
Disenfranchised tenements Blood and Crips shit
Land stolen from our brothers they dare to call immigrants
Got us fighting each other while they get rich quick
Falling like angels from Heaven
Living amongst demons and peasants way out of our essence
Ignoring life lessons and looking for help
Outside of self placing blame for your wealth and health
We falling like feathers, my people gotta get it together
Before we meet that slow winding death

[Chorus]

Fight the good fight, soldier
I fight, hold on and begin within
Fight until you’re all grown up
And be ready when them boys roll up

Gotta fight the good fight, soldier
I fight, hold on and begin within
Fight until you’re all grown up
And be ready when them boys roll up

[Verse 2]

Yeah I’m here dog I feel like cro-magnon man
So I walk around with a chrome Magnum man
Yeah I talk grams, coke dreams, and contraband
All that stand between me and that is me getting out of hand
This life we lead will self-destruct
No one believes, have faith in us
Amazed at us, besides the dream what or who do we love?
The truth right in plain sight, we trust no one
We blame people that stay close and say
They just hate, we all insane
Living life in the rough terrain, exchange more than bullets
Exchange women that sleep with every colour till they catch diseases
Every action leads to its own consequence
The common man cast us to unconsciousness
Unaware of all the damage caused by all of this
We sick, all savages is how we depicted

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Yo we blame the devil for our downfall
Like they’re pulling our triggers and guzzling liquor
The shit that makes my town raw
I’m in the brown part of the county, the south dog
Surviving the streets and trying to skate around laws
My immigrant moms far from being ignorant
Cause the Pico union district little tsunami
Tidal crime waves upon the cities are ‘Nam
You never catch straps in the hood with safeties on em
I ain’t really worried about getting clapped by the blacks
I’m more worried about my brothers trying to clip me for tax
Payback’s more than random attacks
You catch a stray once in a while cause aim is wack
But block angels with gats can lapse more bodies than the wars in Iraq
The whores and the crack, we either chasing dragons or stones in the stacks
Brown and black get your empire back
The fall of us is cause of us, now think about that