Los Angeles Times - Reverie, Louden, Bambu

He would ride the bus at 3am from off of work

And walk a mile around a hoodie, put his crime on candle work

He was the type of cat who listened to the lyrics and the drums

Used to freestyle on the bus, he had his hands didn’t need gun

Didn’t bang, but he’s protected 'cuz he been there all his life

Didn’t bang, but the whole set would have his back, you know the type

Typical night, he’d tag up on the side a public building

Just to feel a little power in a country trying to kill him

Bout a, block from being home, he seen the piggies

Ditch the can and dip, they flashed the lights, he knew the drillie

The routine, for any team that deemed a life threat

See the paint on index finger, that’s enough to get him stretched

Not to mention, they connect him to the set 'cuz his address

So, they hit him with that ganging junction shit

And his defense was kinda weak, so they stuck him in a cell for 3 months

Now a felon after sentence, he get out he’s still stuck

Every application question, just a question till the box that say 'Felon get to

checking'

Now he’s stuck without a job, now he poor and he alone

Need a fix to stop bones from feeling old and brittle

Just a little hit, so he stoned till he gone

To stop his bones from feeling all these smoker little stone

To stop his bones from feeling all these smoker little stone

To stop his bones from feeling all these smoker little stone, until he gone

How can this be my reality?

Where do I run when she comes after me?

How can this be my reality?

Where do I run when she comes after me?

She didn’t really have a choice but to fit in

Eating from the tree, even though she knows it’s forbidden

The kids in her school got her into smoking weed

I, watched her transform and lose her true identity

The melody she used to sing, promised a future with the stars

But, nowadays I see her posted on the boulevard

She fell hard to the knees though, sucking dick for she knows

Misery loves company, and follows her wherever she goes

We know that deep inside lies a lonely teenager

With parents that hate her, and don’t understand her behavior

But Daddy they raped her, every night since she grew titties

So fucking a grown up for heroin, that really ain’t no biggie

Pity, 'cuz she’s so pretty, she used to shine like the Sun

All her pain comes to an end once the high has begun

One day, the pain will subside, and I’ll hold her close

Pray for her every night, w-w-w-w-what, Overdose

How can this be my reality?

Where do I run when she comes after me?

How can this be my reality?

Where do I run when she comes after me?