L.A Is She....
Lemme tell you a lil bit bout this crazy city. God don't like ugly, so models pay the cost to be pretty. Devine beauty, covered wit make up, worn by she. And she had everyone infatuated but me. I see another side of her, no on else does. I never followed a trend or did it juss because.... I did it for her, even when push came to shove. I was determined to recieve her California love. She loved sunny weather,the beach, and skateboardin. Never had tolerance for bull like Mike Jordan. She was a Laker fan, watched everysingle game. She was a glamour girl, attaining hollywood fame. But only if you only knew how heartless she could be. Gave birth to gangsta rap, her favorite letter was a G. While others favorite was a N followed by a V. Oblivious to everything she did not quite (C) see. She was a bad mother never cared about her kids. They grew up to screw up, they never stayed on top like lids. But me....I guess she had mercy on mah soul.Had a prayer in mind, and it's God who I extol. L.A.......damn what can I say? I mean you always break mah heart, but a brotha still be willing to stay...They said Jesus Christ was dead and the devil is a lie, so if hell is underground then burry me 6ft deep in the sky. Cloud 9 would do just fine. Maybe then I'll prolly find....the city Angels left behind.
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