People who don't live here think they know it all from watching T.V.
City lights cast down upon city streets.
They know no other way than to survive once someone comes and shoots their street lights out.
They **** and die for the street.
The fat man on the radio tries to calm the city.
Grafitti acts as a warnig, who'll get the 187 mark out today.
Some grew up on the low side of town where the bridges and the freeways meet.
L.A river acts as borders for the Gang controlled neighborhoods and washes their blood and sometimes their guns away.
Everyone's from somewhere ,are you brave enough to say.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
People who don't live here think they know it all from watching T.V.
City lights cast down upon city streets.
They know no other way than to survive once someone comes and shoots their street lights out.
They **** and die for the street.
The fat man on the radio tries to calm the city.
Grafitti acts as a warnig, who'll get the 187 mark out today.
Some grew up on the low side of town where the bridges and the freeways meet.
L.A river acts as borders for the Gang controlled neighborhoods and washes their blood and sometimes their guns away.
Everyone's from somewhere ,are you brave enough to say.
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