I want 2 live in the Mission or
maybe even Western Edition,
a neighborhood where the
volume of loud vehicles
occasionally fall 2 the submission
of high decibels
blaring from a loud-ass ryde
with a crazy shocks.
"California Luh-ove"
and love for my 'hood because
it reminds me that I'm home.
A home I can protect, defend
'cause even though
I can't pretend it's paradise,
it's still a nice place
to lay my hat and rest my head.
I'll say my prayers
before I go to bed,
dream of better lives
for my future kids and hope
to make enough money
to buy them bread.
Just like they do in the Marina.