Verse 1 (B-Real):
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 (...) plans, schemes and lies
Surprise, you understand

Chorus (Big Duke):
Take time
Plan out your hits
We're making our own apocalypse
People change, come from within
We're living 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
Verse 2 (Sick Jacken):
One vato acting insane on my block (Worldwide)
There's 2 million the same, that don't stop
Trying 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 cause 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 televise 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

Chorus (Big Duke) (x2)