Los Angeles California
Bring you back to the silver DeLorean, flux capacitor
We got that hover board under the seat.
What you know doesn’t matter, anymore
Going back to the future is hell
I can’t take it anymore I’m about to rock the bell
They profit with putting me in a cell
I’m 19 years old and my whole life’s a crisis
But I train to defend myself
A capoeira fighter mentality
And with a Buddhist monk spirituality
No way as the way. Enter the Dragon.
I speak that.
I’m an urban guerilla
And I preach that
When I say that
I mean that
Is that clear
I just say what’s near and dear
But every time I look around I witness so much injustice going down
Through the years I be getting stress
Make me wanna put the tool to your chest
So when I walk in the dark
Holding the light
My ancestors are the reason I walk in the night holding this light
It’s why I fight the good fight
Root run deep
I can’t sleep
Responsible to keep this light on
So I fight on
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