There’s a war outside/Gee Nikes and slide on night/we give and take the blues/burners and blue suede shoes/bullets over Broadway/bullies and ballads too/boom box beat/we pick up game free/over the corner drinking/Mickey’s/and sleep wishing for Chevy Box/hitting switches on I-rox/that’s what LA hood boys are made of/blitz them sermons to pulpits/meetings and church/to settle scores/and hit first/making a sense of a bitch called life and death/turn 21 and what’s next/now we in our 40s and what’s left/content?/it’s so tense/we were raised in a celebrated genocide/and now it’s comodified/inauthentic pastiche for likes/as children we picked up them uzees/to handle fights/off words of an inspector gadget kite/angel dust smoked in jacuzees at times/and let it spray/to live and die in LA/to get they hood in the newsies/trully/and sunshine/always draws the other regions in/then they act like they invented this and that/paper production and content/they never slept on a park bench/on the corner of Slauson/consoled by memories/of Compton/brazen hits turned bliss/pick up The Game/he documented this bizarre twist/of west side and evil side antics/clicks press for cash on delivery/simply/bold blends for…(The Game mix)