Gather Round

Put me on a track where you take it a decade back. Freedom days gone, growin' up in the east side of the strong. At the beach swiggen erk'in jerk puffin' on a bomb, blunt, lookin' for some thongs from a cunt. We crept the night, cuz we didn't belong in the day, too suspect, even if around L.A. And to this day, the boys in blue never swayed. The packs been dealt, the cards been played. To those who learn, and those who pray, the streets not gone, engaged in many ways. Story tellin' hood bang yellin', postin' up till the block starts swellin'. Cops arrive and you can't tell'em, who's on parole and who's a felon. Start mobbin' home or you start mellowin', mind blown out, come to a crawl back at the jailhouse inn where it sins randomly on repeat again and again.