Beautiful time to be alive.
Be alive.
Be alive.
Witness.
Witness.
New wave designs.
To my second home,
hold tight while I find my first.
LA, no love lost.
People don't know your worth, but you
can't take a second for granted on this earth.
Hope the big one don't hit and interrupt this verse.
My mind's eye, hover like a chopper
past your high rides,
over concrete streets and drive-bys.
Night skies illuminated by the lights of the fires.
* Blade Runner sci-fi,
this is larger than life size.
A few hundred square miles of cities and grid.
It's alive electric and everyone's infected.
* took its grip on us since we was kids
and manifested in a bunch of dumb * we did.
Wasn't nothing new, the usual.
Kids want to be cool.
Except being cool means putting people on the news.
Live from Hollywood with the world taking cues.
Now what you expect a bunch of insecure kids to do?
Raise their arms, let's sing along.
I'll load them and drop a bomb till the dally hits the gong.
All this sound, split your tongue, wicked.
Terror calls,
all some paranoid business at the table.
We don't speak, we just stare.
Someone flinches, hit me.
Slip the hourglass,
I bet my last kidney I won't fold or pass.
I'll never gas out till it's empty.
Tent me.
Burn my feet on the hands in time until the temperature reach a high.
Summer in July in Dubai,
all I found was a triangle and a high.
Stars spangled banner pass by like freedom in the sky.
Cry America, my country tis a thieve.
Bring the soldiers home, set my people free.
Cry America,
till they bury me with a folded flag and take everything.
Cry America, my country tis a thieve.
Bring the soldiers home, set my people free.
Cry America,
until they bury me with a folded flag and take everything.
I got a job working for the mob.
And I learned to kill.
Lot of jail killers,
lot of good cats along with us.
Lot of dudes in dirt now,
I assist them in their mirrors.
Villains with feelings,
hoping remorse runs its course.
But of course, this a life sentence.
Grats for penance,
motherfuckers found God. Are they married some broad?
Or wasting away in the yard?
Regardless, it's hard no matter what your cause.
This is it, just you and the view.
Tell me what you see, I'll tell you about you.
I'll be back, believe that, where else I'ma go?
Man, I'm homeless.
So America's where I'ma home.
The Englishman meets the Russians,
at a table drunk with pistols and ain't agreeing on nothing.
I'm goose hunting,
I pick them off before they get the draw.
I zoom in,
then move my money through the city in a black Benz.
Somewhere on the atlas,
showing off my accent,
sharing with the neighbors,
trying to learn the language.
BLX, we at large, the world's ours.
We fall in sequence and catch charge and spread far.
Every blue moon,
we place the pieces and line the stars to the people.
Cry America.
They come around with a sign on the car saying,
protect and serve.
Hand out guns and drugs like lollipops.
They call us criminals.
Cry America,
till they bury me,
where the fold is flat and take everything.
Cry America, my country tis of thee.
Bring the soldiers home, set my people free.
Cry America,
until they bury me,
where the fold is flat and take everything.
Cry America, my country tis of thee.
Bring the soldiers home, set my people free.