B.P - The Cycle lyrics

[Verse 1: William Cooper] You can hear the strings of the violin welcome me in Feels like the pain under your skin when you livin' in sin Sounds of a dirty syringe, h**n gon' swim Polluting the souls of the project kids Born to drug fiends, growin' up to jail bids Broken dreams and promises fuel gang violence and Pigs always show up when the guns is done firing Another family crying, another funeral Another retaliation, another burial And that cycle gonna continue until you see the God in you Kings and queens of the earth with a lethal virtue Crack rocks shape the block like an earthquake do Drive-bys in the hood with the plates removed Bandanna gun handle for the flag you choose Putting that conscience to sleep them hammers is used Penetrate the penitentiary swallowing balloons Poison the prison system crushed gla** in your food [Hook: William Cooper] History repeats itself (The Cycle) Kids having kids k**ing kids (The Cycle) Drug addiction gettin' pa**ed down through the umbilical Until you wake up you're just a slave to the cycle [Verse 2: ILL Bill] You can hear the snatch of click like hollow tips when you fillin' the clip Hundred dollar spliffs spillin' the piff You don't even get high anymore barely feelin' the lift You need a whole fifth of whisky to drift Take it back to the cycle that twist (?) Like a python to eat itself to muffle a (tizz) in a puddle of piss Self-destructive pitch drunk in the whip Jump the curb struck a b**h and hit her mother and her kid Ain't nothing new under the solar system Cause even in the summer time the soul of the street is ice cold like winter Deep freeze like 40 below booze (?) And no more fights around here no more the shorty's all shoot Three sixty round table Shot with a three-pound four Gs is piece and the cable (?) Different generation same sh** though Same blood thirst, same ignorance Same motivation when the gun bursts [Hook: William Cooper] [Verse 3: Trife Diesel] It's like a cycle Some will go home some will go witness Like somebody gotta lose in order for you to win You got your delicate, predicate felons who couldn't swim Got caught up in a tide now he's facing a (fight of ten) Try to game but who sayin' bucks you slang dusk (?)* Now you came up get * You can't trust n***as around who permanently press you These n***as bank for they colors but they don't really rep you Hang you out to dry, got they crooked eyes all in your spot Airing out your dirty laundry now they all in your socks Wolf in sheep clothing, heat holding, calling the cops Got the police rolling out of (beats) controlling the block You was on top now you in a box caged in Through the years full of cheer now your world's caved in Born and raised in a family of made * ?? A cycle's ** at the day's in and grey jims (?) [Hook: William Cooper]