Sick Life

Sick Life - Snowgoons Lyrics

[Verse 1: Sick Jacken]

One fallen angel make over mankind and fuck with a mass mind

The cross breeders rap, I'm a psychopath landmine

The unstable, unbreakable, strike fatal

The sick stick together like NATO

One-eight-oh degrees, he's now state-owned

Lost in the city of angels with no halo

It's Hades on the surface, best to just stay low

I'm like Hell on Earth while I'm under snake scales

The sick-minded aligned with cliques drowned with

Shots round with, brown fellows click Brownings

Cops sounding sirens to get loud and

Watch your back cause it could happen to you

From the cradle to the grave with a shoe

The psyche of the street remains in the brain of the LA zoo

Crooked cops and the government set the blueprint

For the gunmen, the black in the SA Coupe



[Chorus:]

It's the life of the trife, cross and get your wig spliced

Meet Christ when you crap dice

Drag my angel dust fights so my mind don't think twice

A journey in a mental street life



[Verse 2:]

They've been predicting the end of time for thousands of years now

Chaos is all they sponsor, the monster serving their God

Abominations of God, monster on the versus the occupation [? ]

We wanna bring change but can't really change ourselves

In Hell we live no matter how much wealth you got

Hope, that's been forgot

The big plot is taking place in our face, we all robots

My thoughts I've been given in the streets, my gun

That's my religion, it protects and provides me vision

It inspires and preach, keep it all at peace

Meanwhile they all make loot for the beast

There's got to be a better way, a better day ahead

Not a horrible death to men

We have an army of soldiers and generals sin

By the great mystery to protect what's left



[Chorus]



[Verse 3:]

It's a race against time in these days we living

Trying to keep my mind right, trying to stay out the prison

They got us digging our own hole, sacrificing our own soul

When 99.9 don't know how it all goes

I'm in that .1 percent fighting back control

Thief planet, fist up ready to roll

No, I won't fold, bend, and break

I know the shifts shape, they really snakes when the doors is closed

Keep my head on a swivel, always watch for foes

Homies say I'm p-noid cause I'm always ready

For situations that cause me to react deadly

What I spit to these melodies is written in stone

Far from a clone, I'm in a frequency of my own

Where few men have travelled is where I call home

In my whole different zone where niggas stay drunk off rum and get blown



[Chorus]