verse 1 they say my actions make me feel all alone i suppose but my calm is when i sit down and smoke the truth i couldn t feel more at home my mo let em know we are ready to go cross these lines and get sent to the morgue if i repent then i meet the good lord and settle my scores the odds against us i dont think it ll happen it s fucking tragic the way we still trapped in this madness verse 2 a street story never changes it just stays the same ride for infamy to bring the metal rain is the way to fame that leaves the city in a state of pain in our reality you get caught in a storm and remain inane the weatherman just forecast hale of ammunition i got the city shook like they seen an apparition im waiting for raindrops to fall and start hissing my street platoon will just embark on another mission chorus rain comes and floods the city want pain just because the gun reigns make you lose your mind bullet to your brain war leaving you all with blood stains verse 3 we still bring the weather report for rain the conditions in the underground the factions of war it s the biggest steel storm ever to form over the city of god flood the city of sodom from l a to ramallah praise yeshua holla but the media made me worship the dollar it s certain shi the verse is quick what it is the beast got a hold of our spirit look in the mirror that why homies don t prosper cynic the mobster corrupted by the evil of monsters lucifer son of the morning forever will haunt him i feel the calm before the storm sometimes when the heavens crack and we can sit on the throne verse 4 a soldier roams a lot colder from the covert arms battles between the mask and skull and bones the last bush drew blood that whole dynasty is full of thorns they left a street depression muffled by the bullet swarms we weather the storm with hail mary s your legendary christ ain t suffice to stop it it gets real heavy the metal rain s deadly dont let it get you wet if you aint ready it d be very hard to resurrect where the blak ops form the clocks now on i shoot back where they re hoping i don t clap my own i m on a flood watch homie cause its too hot still and blood drops when these 2 blocks kill it s too real when the chorus rain guns and floods the city want pain just because the gun reigns make you lose your mind bullet to your brain war leaving you all with blood stains
['chicano rap']