Last year’s summer    

I moved to South Central    

I don’t miss the heat strokes, but it did take a turn    

I ended up losing my mental    

Driving down LA    

It’s a sight to see, all day    

They don’t talk about Skid Row    

Now I see why so many lost hope    

Junkies, they were once someone's loved one    

You see them using dope    

Just to cope, they’re lost souls    

It’s easier to live on the streets    

The people out in LA don’t want to see you succeed    

Living in my car, bouncing around sober livings    

I am surprised I didn’t end up permanently on the streets    

In a tent, sitting next to someone’s auntie    

I'm grateful for the experience just lost my mind, not completely    

South Central, Los Angeles    

Land of the not so righteousness