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City By The Sea
The city of Long Beach is wicked, how you gonna tell me?
I've been where it's been bad, you're lucky if make 18.
Only reason I made that age, because I was locked in a cage,
I survived the bullshit that Long Beach has going on these days.
I look at my tats and I admit I made some mistakes,
I'll always remember where I got 'em: behind the razor wire gates.
I'll never forget where I came from, you'll see it my tats,
I'm an Eastside baby, I'll always represent where I grew up at.
I'm not from a gang, yeah, I missed the B.S.
But I didn't dodge the bullet, now my life is a mess.
I'm an Eastside by heart, but if I go back,
I'll be back in the prison system or I'll be laying flat.
With my head to the sky in a city that's hectic,
Blood leaking on 21st Street, waiting on a paramedic.
If I go back, nothing good will ever entail,
Only way I'll make it is if I had security detail.
If I had a bulletproof vest and an armored car,
People may not know me, but the tats I have label me by far.
Rival gangs will see my tats and immediately think I'm a crip,
But I'll be on parole, so I can't carry a gun or a clip.
I may wear blue like I'm an avatar, but others see a green light,
When I wake up, I pray, "Lord, please let me make it home tonight."
A lot of shit can happen, keep ya head on a swivel G,
Because you never know what'll happen in the city by the sea.
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