Lyrics:

[Mr. Duke] 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 [Jacken] My realm is dowtown, 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 peacefull silence But my roots are planted in this city of violence We call it Lost City where angels roam commiting unknown Ghetto prone guarding the zone