'Picture me sittin in front of 88 keys, trying to escape
From a shady place, where babies blaze trees on a daily
day
Tryna get they gravy straight to floss, cuz told me homey
watch it
These ladies play dirty games with you, get to grindin
Where niggas pitch as quick as Nolan Ryan
Holdin iron, blowin smoke, elope in fire, flame spittin
The game is just a way to escape
And our pain is just a way we can relate to folks cryin
Findin ways I can make a difference
But fuck wishin on a star cuz the percentage of gettin
what you envisioned is small
And the stars barely shine in the city, so we’re blinded
By the manmade bright lights, makin my eyes shifty
Feel me out, hear me now, cryin childs of the ghetto
Lettin go a beautiful sound, it’s kinda falsetto
Hello hell, welcome to L.A., where devils that dwell play
They meddle with metal and lettin every shell spray
Until day dawns, I make songs for the long road travelers
And lost souls after us
Spittin lyrics vicious like I’m mad as fuck
Packin up my bags, hoppin back on the narrow path that’s
planned for us'
