Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome to the Bay, artist - Kero One. Album song Early Believers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.04.2009
Record label: Plug Label
Song language: English
Welcome to the Bay |
Welcome to the bay! |
Where the clouds can’t stay |
They’re chased away by the rays |
Blazed by the sun that sets in the west |
Where money travels hands like our credit card debts |
Like screw it, I’mma pick up those brand new kicks |
Charge it to the game, worry bout it when we rich |
Like silicon valley, where nerds get hitched |
To super hot wifey’s, with silicon chest |
Who might fund the bricks that’ll build the projects |
Mostly if it’s a look, that’ll increase margins |
And everyday we walk past those that’s starving |
Or trying to get a hit, the source of their problems |
Hey, I’m just trying do the best that I can |
In a hi-tech world, moving faster than grams |
Slanged in the Mission (district) where gunshots are numerous |
Drug problems are ludicrous |
Crack babies from uterus |
Hey, I know a few know what I’m talking about |
It’s the place we’ve grown, it’s a place called home |
It’s a place that we face everyday in the morn (ing) |
A place if I leave best believe I’ll be torn |
It’s the bay |
No matter how long I’m away |
I’ll be there. |
No matter how long I can stay |
I’ll be here. |
No matter how long I’m away |
I’ll be there. |
No matter how long I can stay |
I’ll be here. |
And it was only 1 score and 7 years ago |
My folks came to the bay searching for vehicles |
They had the drive to drive towards the scenic view |
Flat broke where hopes and dreams were feasible |
Coming from Asia, things were barely readable |
Burgers and fries, things were barely eatable |
But opportune, this place was unbelievable |
Inconceivable when words like chink were teachable |
Despite the racism, they asked what would Jesus do. |
And prayed for children, God willing received a few |
Then I arrived, survived 89' |
When quakes shook us up and scuffed our state of mind. |
I grew up to an ill-fitting suit, trying to climb |
From corporate to forfeit, scoring checks to rhyme |
And I’m now in Frisco, water surrounds my grind |
And men in leather chaps or chaps with gang signs |
The home of hyphy, where living is pricey |
And blood paints the streets that police just might see |
It’s the home I’m at, raised and born |
The home if I leave best believe I’ll be torn its the bay… |
Inhale exhale |
Take a breath, that’s the bay we smell |
Inhale exhale. |
Take a breath, its the place we dwell |
Inhale exhale. |
Take a breath, that’s the bay we smell |
Inhale exhale |
Take a breath, as the bay prevails. |