Psycho Realm - Order Through Chaos

The simplest shit ain't plain to see Chaos floods the life on these streets Took a wrong turn on burned concrete And now the enemy dies for free Real young guns are kept firing And the clowns that are holding it down are smiling We kill our own and bring sirens And act out the ultimate plans of fighting Chaos serves as smoke repeated hoax to screen We lose control confused in the midst of staged scenes Media invented unrelented reports presented Often enough to make us think our world's tormented Sentenced by the momentous news of feuds we side and choose Use weapons and step in the trap we lose Pick up wars designed to scar and kill ours All because the broadcast flashed ghetto stars How much television you watch you tube whores? Keep score and wake up or they'll do it some more Crazy times and wild headlines Document the city routine with hard rhymes Blinded street teams clash And push our message across the news flash Baldheads are sick minded And anyone who crosses the path is found dead Through tv set nonsense We sit and fit as the face of violence (chorus) We roam the streets all lost And get caught up in a world of chaos Survive or defeat concrete jungle Ex-out the weak order out of wild streets We roam the streets all lost And get caught up in a world of chaos Survive or defeat concrete jungle Ex-out the weak order out of wild streets They keep order by making street corners gang borders Beating down king and setting the theme for riot starters Cop quarters can't maintain the disorder So they call the national guard to come strike harder Rolling deep headed for florence and normandy where all you see Building on fire chaos on roman streets Hope is cheap sold by the local thief relief from the common grief Served on a platter shatter your smallest dreams Pig chiefs are referees on gladiator fields We're too busy dodging the sword truth stays unrevealed Sealed all filled in the federal cabinets Classified order through chaos for world inhabitants Can you survive these real hard times? Wild confrontations of mine, well, alright We go to the streets at night And fight in the sick-ass side show of mine We play the government role And straight up fuckin? smoke the rival We plan you will fall And leave you wasted on arrival Chorus (x1)