I close my eyes and imagine the things that happen
When poetry turns to rapping adding value to your thoughts
In high school no one cared of what I said
Add a DA beat , now lyrics are being read
Across the the streets of bakersfield
Where our parents worked in field
A brown heritage that works and hustles for a meal
Water grow my roots
Blaze this one for the youth
Rebels without a cause that lost
Perception and all truth
Were the lost souls
Who call blunts and vodka
Medicine
Looking at the sky drinking sky
Can you let me in?
Im not a bad guy
Just make bad decisions
Don't play in the kitchen
Got burned I didn't listen
Now im writing in my notebook
Easing out my tension
How do I say the things that rappers fail to mention?
I've never seen a maybach roll across the hood
Just hondas and integras
2ks under the hood
And its all good
A maybach sounds fine
Not talking bout the label but im able to outshine
Cable television stars
Im far from normal pauly D's hair
Snookie don't excite my hormones
With the weave there
Extensions, whatever same sh** , fake
The real situation is the kids who haven't ate
Mexico, africa, our own streets corners
Being broke it to riches
Screamers is to moaners
They go hand in hand
Its one or another
I look around my town and see single mothers struggle
I buckle my pants , time to be a man
I can juggle soccer balls but can I pin my flaws against the wall
Don't call my grandma everyday and say I love her
Sometimes my thoughts are more destructive then a dirty muffler
A lover of the peace, ain't nothing but a man
Moneys the disease, music heals let us dance
Bop bop your head, raise raise your hands
Stop stop the ignorance
f** f** the man
Who says I can't surpa** the barbed wire
Negativity is more inconvenient than a popped tire
Don't k** creativity
Im tired of cliche rap, these dudes sweet
Cold world bumping drake beneath the sheets
While kings and queens are on the block ducking from police
Stop addressing , LV, you know we can't afford it
My uncle got deported last week buying groceries from the store
And orange juice, from the same fruit he picked during work
Does the system really work?
I can't tell
We got a man down
Bloodshed from the cartels
Down south , hell is running loose
They be thinking bout life, we be thinking bout the shoes
And if I die tonight let my spirit be free
Looking at the sky
Drinking sky, doin me