los angeles
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Dream city
Cars honking, people screaming
Walls of art
Filled with graffiti
Six Flags and Disney
Might spot a celebrity
Adornamos la sala con embras; vino, rojo, negroEs un carnival de color
snip, snip, snippasa me otra
Cuidado!agara la tijera firmejala los hilos sueltosmira, asi
Gutter covered in black dirty water
Bottles and needles rattle her feet
A forgotten Spanish father
Died before she grew up to be an ugly pissed filled catchy treat
His slutty angelic daughter
Protection
It's what I grew up knowing I had
What would happen when all that went bad
Took two seconds
Was that not enough?
Growing up in Southcentral was truly rough
Stepping out of LAX
The breeze pecks your skin
Mismatched pavement prickled by potholes carpet magnificent mini malls
Ugly urban sprawl becomes a soft bear hug.
Wrapped in tinfoil and paper plates.
Los Angeles- bright and starstruck,
Like the moon in the night sky,
So vain and full of haughtiness,
Proud of who she is, but why?
She sticks her nose up in the air,
And boasts her landmarks so well-known,
A toothless angel on a midnight bike ride flew by and said God bless you bro,
Sitting in my car waiting for a rider to drive to I yelled God bless you dude,
He must have been an angel, this is LA.
Although I've never been a fan of foreign touch, seas of person pull me under with a swaying current. Escape your head,crawl out of your mind,temporal lobe knows what's best right now. Outside Los Angeles is itching to start her nightly routine o
The city of Los Angeles
It draws you in with a hope for glory,
A chance to truly improve your story,
Yet as you walk the city streets
You hear the sound of a thousand feet
Telling you, "It's not your day.
Sirens, sirens, sirens
In the city of Angels
But where is the light?
Gum ridden sidewalks
Palm Trees
And cracks in the pavement filled with hopeless citizens
It's hard.
It's hard.
Of all the places throughout the land,
we decided to build a city on top of sand.
Dragging water down from the highest mountain top,
or across the land from rivers to every township.
Ya see black brothas
always tryin to be trap brothas/or rap brothas
Why don’t you wrap brotha
Bussin out babies like morning sickness
This continuous cycle is more than a sickness
Los Angeles, California. What is it like?
Sunny weather, super stars, flashing lights.
That’s what people think L.A. is like.
But they don’t know about South Central and all of its fights.
Born in the City of Angels
To the King of demons.
Devils arise from thirteen hells,
And kill for all reasons.
Members are marked by blood and ink,
powder plasters their lungs;
I took the metro yesterday.
The underground one, not the noisy bus
with the yellow wire that says “stop requested”
when you tug on it hoping to get off.
There wasn’t even a hold door button.
needle's talking ninety,
meter shaking from the volume,
windows pulse and this beat--
strands whip over my eyes,
windows low and this breeze.
