Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cali Dreamin , by - Dag SavageRelease date: 10.09.2012
Song language: English
Cali Dreamin |
| Yo yo, woke up in the city as a derelict, the ghetto is my narrative |
| Never been the same after Pa and Ma had a split |
| Stuck between the bangers and the Sunday morning terrorists |
| Before I go to bed I kneel and say a prayer in Arabic |
| Product of the negligence, niggas having mad rumbles |
| Remember when Junior hit T boney with the brass knuckles |
| Fronting like they hard, just the other day they ran from you |
| California dreaming life mad/nightmares of this man’s struggle |
| With Mom it was mad hustle even though we fatherless |
| She fifteen (15) years clean from the alcohol anonymous |
| Never had a trade or got a chance to get her Doctorate |
| She California dreaming, tryna mend these broken promises |
| Fuck the world and it’s politics cause life is not a movie |
| Paint a picture on the wall and try to radiate the beauty |
| Ah, yea ! |
| my Cali niggas stay on the grind |
| Another day another dollar in the 619 |
| And I… |
| Swear some nights I don’t sleep |
| Cause the weight of the world feel like the weight of my sheets |
| Cali streets wasn’t meant for the humble or the meek |
| More of a jungle where we hunger for peace, crumble up leaves |
| The hood life, good life I’m stuck in between |
| Wishing I could get my brothers a dream, something pushing us back, |
| like we swimming upstream |
| If I take another route will I make it out? |
| can’t help but doubt cause |
| It’s a struggle and reality bites they’ll either hand you a pistol, |
| or pass you a mic or some Nikes |
| And a jersey, tell you shoot like Kobe |
| Meanwhile, I’m drowning in this bottle of OE, thinking bout how I got a |
| daughter to feed |
| And will I be around to water my seed? |
| just a thought |
| So much on my mind as I sit and unwind another day another dollar in the 559 |
| And I’m… |
| Undefined, lost in LA Times tryna figure out my purpose everyday on this Earth |
| What’s my meaning? |
| when Cali senseless the caught my nukka slipping on the Ave |
| Now his face on the shirt |
| Leimert — Another day, in, word |
| To them bangers |
| That be stacking up that paper in exchange for the work |
| A thousand planets, a trillion tons, mass of the Sun |
| Wouldn’t equal to my burden or the weight of my hurt |
| You ever stood on my turf you know about them true O’s |
| Them rolling them 30s and 40s be riding on them deuce fours in my hood |
| That don’t reflect the sentiment in my heart |
| When the blocks is hard as times are we gotta see beyond that |
| A city made insane by the gangs killed my pops |
| I used to say the city gave him AIDS so much on my brain it replays and repeats |
| Another day another dollar in the tres deuce three |
| And I… |
| I woke up in this world |
| California… dreaming |