I told the Tower of Power we can work together   But I guess they rather see wars and scars better   Street veterans holding enemy Bandera   And then we're caught up in the web of the Guerra      We're all fightin' and fightin' and lose lives   At the end everyone dies   We're all cursed like that Bu the Maker   No muthafucka shall be a life-taker      We cross the firing line, sickos on both sides   Terror strikes under streetlights and grow   More out of control and psycho      My realm is downtown, rampart district, Pico Union   We shatter illusions with weapons we're using   Or sets we're choosing no rolls, we roll old-mobile   More real than majority, we're docile but still      Other sides get more peeled hit by street teams   Big paybacks and police beatings   I can't replace my home with peaceful silence   But my roots are planted in this city of violence      We call it lost city where angels roam committing unknown   Ghetto prone guarding the zone   From all damage but can only manage to handle   Partial scandal, what's your angle? Crooked or vandal?   Or killer, plot filler, drug dealer, we all co-exist in this thriller      Look around, it's in your town   Deadly sirens brings on violence   Take heed to this warning bad times stormin'   War between city blocks and cops      Look around, it's in your town   Deadly sirens brings on violence   Take heed to this warning bad times stormin'   War between city blocks and cops   Look around, it's in your town      Watchful eye, resident die   When they see crimes go down and drop dimes   It ain't no lie these days become strange   How many people go shootin' at the street range      Arms aimed at those that control felon man chains   Explain why I'm target to homicide   Flash throwin at my head Code Red leavin' soldiers wasted, dead      Truth sparks revolution and is therefore labeled violent   Condemned to the silent movement of rebels who are defiant   Sick-ciders spreading our venoms like sick spiders   We construct a web and catch all those who fight us      Capture threads at your head   Crash units switch to Code Red   Find you in a ditch undercover dirt bed   Who said they was untouchable but instead      Catch the end of their ropes all hopes bled   Out your village, pillage empires rank higher   But in the end cities get lost in the crossfire      Everybody wants a piece of your pie, do you qualify?   Or will you die like all the others?   Survival is your only means, or will you suffer   From those bad dreams are you still losing tour will to live   And let live in the land of the chaotic   Abusive, lost cities, filled with narcotics?      Two times to the power, I planted a bomb in the tower   Going off every hour   No prisoners in the laws of wars that you saw   Imagine all the sick individuals down for the cause   We all come from the sick side of town   But some of us stay underground in the unfound lost cities      I need your help to gain control of the lost city   Fight to survive, something crazy has just happened   The captain of the justice system runin' the show is Psycho   I claim to be a big part of 'Empire Strikes Back' at rampart   Rivals thrown in a vicious cycle livin' in the city that's lost      Look around, it's in your town   Deadly sirens brings on violence   Take heed to this warning bad times stormin'   War between city blocks and cops      Look around, it's in your town   Deadly sirens brings on violence   Take heed to this warning bad times stormin'   War between city blocks and cops   Look around, it's in your town      Look around, it's in your town   Look around, it's in your town   Look around, it's in your town