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Imagine being born in a hospital whose doors open up right into a cemetery How’s that for metaphor? Living behind the jet strip, where women remove they clothes for tips What was the alternative? How else they feed their kids? A den for men that feel no love from block to block from blood to cuh And when my dad walked through the door I ain’t remember who he was I was 7, watching riots, while the neighbors rolled them tires Down the street with Dayton rims You watched the news, I lived in it Look at the signs that say “black owned” so we gon leave that shop alone Burning down the Burger King the ghetto coming back to take the throne Then my brother came home bloody, he was trying to keep the peace Now I hear a whole new meaning when they screamed “Fuck the Police!” When you’re lost, I’ll find you through twilight in Baldwin Hills When it’s dark, I’ll light you, a promise I will fulfill Nothing’s wasted, moments graces, still my heart When you’re lost, I’ll find you on the southside of Inglewood I grew up in “A Different World” but had a thing for Latin girls She said “I’m not Hispanic or Latina, I’m Mexican and that’s por vida” Her uncle said “Boy I don’t like ya” so we would meet on Arbor Vitae Because I can’t take you nowhere yet all I got is cancelled welfare checks And I couldn’t cross the Lennox line, they’d whoop my ass every time I tried Ambiguous with the light brown skin, “see I’m like you” I kept telling them Even if you don’t believe me, when the cops come, they still beat me Letras de cancionesLa Cienega and Hill yeah that’s where my homeboy got killed In the alley where they tried to shoot my moms First time I ever thought to go grab a gun So when y'all were learning violin, I was learning violence And when all of yall were learning violin, I was learning violence When you’re lost, I’ll find you through twilight in Baldwin Hills When it’s dark, I’ll light you, a promise I will fulfill Nothing’s wasted, moments graces, still my heart When you’re lost, I’ll find you on the southside of Inglewood Centinela hospital where I was born to die That is of course as long as it don’t get too gentrified Ain’t gotta waste no gas on travel My corpse will be like ghetto cattle to catapult across the street to that same old cemetery When you’re lost, I’ll find you through twilight in Baldwin Hills When it’s dark, I’ll light you, a promise I will fulfill Nothing’s wasted, moments graces, still my heart When you’re lost, I’ll find you on the southside of Inglewood Give me one reason to stay and I will, and I will, yes I will I’ll put my fears on display, yes I will, yes I will, yes I will You don’t want the best for me You just want the rest of me How bad, how bad do you want it, want it? How bad, I’mma show you how to get it? How bad, how bad do you want it, want it? How bad, I’mma show you how to get it? Run straight to the door away from all the things that you’ve been dying for You really think they’re ever fuck with you? That’s a price you might pay, but you can’t afford All I know is you can’t be sure. I’m married to the game like it’s mi amor Go on and hurt once again with painful truths I might take another L, but I knew the score before Cause you ain’t seen the last of me I just want the world to see You can fucking have it How bad, how bad do you want it, want it? How bad, I’mma show you how to get it? How bad, how bad do you want it, want it? How bad, I’mma show you how to get it? You want it bad but you don’t really really want the You want it bad but you ain’t really ready for the (TRUTH) You want it bad but you don’t really really want the You want it bad but you ain’t really ready for the (TRUTH) You want it bad huh? (TRUTH) You want it bad huh? (TRUTH) You want it bad huh? (TRUTH) How bad? (TRUTH) You want it bad huh? (TRUTH) How bad? (TRUTH) How bad? (TRUTH) How bad do you really want it? How bad? (TRUTH) How bad do you really want it? From Letras Mania