(Verse II) I never watch the news cause Everyday we miss something Something bout our lives/bout a child Bout place but fuck it the System always fronting Wheres the history of black kings? You see I sit here and measure everything I swear college didn't teach me anything I'm sure an experiment is medaling With the mental of the melanin So I keep pedaling I vow to not get caught up The future is my token So I'm trading up my quarters I smoke blacks I light chest I drink the holy water The zones of the twilight Stuck in satan's order but
Soon it'll be alright Just close my eyes and write A gift that I received from The sorcerer of light
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A Place – L.A. (prod. Hippie Sabotage)
Inner working’s of L.A. mind in calm.
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