Born in the bitter battles that burn,
From a bubble in the belly of the beast,
Thought I understood, but still I learn,
People aint that evil, at least left of East,
So I re emerged on the otherside,
10 days, no U turns, high in the ride,
I got to the land of the trees to try,
My whole tribe like can I take the drive?
Come on, come on,
I say the more the merrier today,
Cause it aint about hate,
Where they californicate.
Tortured since birth with ideas of oblivion,
Now I see the greener grass and know it's all good man,
Millienials built their own metropolis,
Its called California, join in on this(?)
Dodgdin drones, bustin bullets, boko haram and Isis,
Walkin on thin ices, hoping we dont fold to our vices,
Learned life was priceless, got ambitious and nice with,
Words that swerve like swords over herds I slaughter quick,
Apparently i made a martyr tick, then ran with it,
Its been harder since I been murderin,
Gotta keep it up, dot the I's like Dexter,
Or theyll red dot ya little brother,
Mixtures that'll fix ya, figures disfigured,
Pictures of Liquors and pitchers of elixirs,
Quicker to wither down, all my opponents be,
Back down or ready up for the beast to breathe,
Leave, leave,
Burn leaves like cali forest fires, chief,
Weep at the steeples of my people,
Got chariots of gold while you drown in evil,
credits
from 911,
released May 29, 2017
Produced by P.SOUL, lyrics written and performed by Izreal.
