WESTSIDE STORIES

Desert ants in an Anthill
Only the few get paid well
Masterminds of the abyss escape for sometime in the mist
6 am bike rides in one direction
Another world just over the border
Sandy brown skin complexions and fiery nights spoken in mummers
Deep breathes inhaled when your back to hiding
Busy market busy street still so silent
A land before time like a boxed in mime
A parking lot bride and electric hot slides
Over the ridge and just under the bridge
A golden needle found in the hay and you're Imperial Valley rich

I was new into the city moving at the time
Me my mama and my brothers from the westside
I was born into the valley that's where I reside
Man I really think that's why I'm such an honest guy
Conversations with angels I know that they make me able
To rip microphone stages I'm indecently labeled
No we not entertains I'm speaking knowledge from ages
I don't believe what they told me I need some new information
See there's two planes two different realities
One that man built that's full of all the tragedy
One of mother nature gifted to us passionately
Our creator made the universe a masterpiece
At a consent state of being flowing naturally
Know that every single atom moves vibrationally
That's your spinal cod all over your anatomy
And every moment you exactly where you supposed to be