In My Brain All I Think About

Only In Cali Where We Riot Not Rally To Live And Die In L.a. We Wearin Chucks Not Ballies (that's Right)

I Feel Like Black Jesus Got His Hands On Me And Guides Me Through Life To Put Me Where I'm Supposed To Be.

I Heard A Rumor I Died, Murdered In Cold Blood Dramatized, Pictures Of Me In My Final State, You Know Mama Cried, But That Was Fiction, Some Coward Got The Story Twisted, Like I No Longer Existed, Mysteriously Missin', I'm Known Worldwide Baby, I Ain't Hard To Find.

People Die And People Cry People Want Me Dead.

Behind Every Sweet Smile, There Is A Bitter Sadness That No One Can Ever See And Feel.