Lyrics Los Angeles Times - Reverie, Louden, Bambu

Los Angeles Times

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?