Alberto Hernandez helped me soil seeds
Brought out 39 - cousins through historical means
I gave him East he gave me West
But introduced me to cannabis and Canibus, the essences had saved me stress
How brave to suggest I wasn’t a mess entirely?
The worst case is sobriety through the eyes of society
Our crew was thugs that didn’t bang
Amongst troubled teens that had pride laying on brains like tooth decay
Brought me to Inglewood to check the roots that lay
Turntable with no dust – let me scratch the wax while the music play
Had me running from the Families as a joke
But when he hit the metro bus alone them cats wanted the smoke

So, I was safe on the Big Blue Bus
Santa to Westwood transfer on the cusp
West – West y’all, don’t bang on my drum
Like I said I don’t bang I don’t care where you from
Homie got jacked on the red line
Half them red bandanas did fed time
I just wrote down and read rhymes
Got Culver City gusto riding BMX, couple ped crimes
Hustled candy in my middle school days
Bone Thugs with Devin, Dar and Duron on the ways

Jeffery got caught with a Glock
Southern California funky
What you know about that plastic bag ban?
Get my lunch money from recycling cans
All up in Vons with my Vans
Ran up on by the cops unmarked for playing tag
You are disturbing the peace young man
I was on the fence like it’s the plan

3/4ths a corpse I shortened it
Obin and I was fixie bike drunk on Pico and 6th
Turned into a Canadian death trip
Had to get nice – copped the fizzie lifting drinks on some meth shit
Method checked in
Stelle scaled the balcony on some next shit for a cigarette hit
Kayla had me the highest I ever been
Been wanting to reach that height ever since

Exploratory in my dormitory
I gave Vincent bodily attacks, man my storm was forming
Cough syrup and cigars all the time
Grass made me greener – allowed for me to find a certain rock to climb
Almost popped my spine
Splash taught me how to ball like I was ‘Bron and LeBron kept my head to Christ
Still not about that life – never amount to spite
But Angel dressed in white wanting a fight, just to burn the light
It’s always alright when the force and the mass is initiated with class and appreciated through task
Mastery and passion always take the cake with the glass
Forbidden fruit must have passed through the liquid phases but the gas
Always evaporates so fast – have to take the crash course class on the dashboard – masked through the task force
Received what was asked for – past remorse stabs the horse; a backwards source
Sorcery to cohort the key of understanding
Strike a guess to what the thunders planning
Drop the ball out of pocket like a blunder from Manning
I wonder the canny manipulation shudders to stand me
On the pedestal of brains adaptations
Posting on the book of status hatred