Ricardo Jose Pelayo - Sky lyrics

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