Lyrics
Palm trees and pain, blue skies full of scars
Lowriders roll slow past broken stars
Smile on my face, but my soul in chains
West Coast paradise, still soaked in pain
Sunshine to darkness in the city of angels
Every corner got a story, every block got a danger
They sell dreams on billboards, nightmares on the street
Where the rich get sleep and the poor lose sleep
I learned life from alleys, not from books in a class
Learned respect from silence, learned time never pass
Brothers fight brothers over colors and pride
While the system get fat off the blood that we cry
Mama worked two jobs, still can't buy peace
Politicians talk loud but don't practice what they preach
I write verses like letters to the ones in the ground
Tryna turn this pain into something profound
Palm trees and pain, blue skies full of scars
Lowriders roll slow past broken stars
Smile on my face, but my soul in chains
West Coast paradise, still soaked in pain
Soaked in pain
They say stay positive, but they never been here
Where hope get killed and fear raise the kids here
I've seen killers with conscience, preachers with greed
Innocent babies born into need
I don't glorify death, I just tell what I see
If truth make you uncomfortable, then blame it on me
West Coast in my blood, revolution in my pen
Tryna heal the past without repeating the end
If tomorrow ain't promised, I'm speaking today
Every bar for the voiceless, every line is a prayer
From the gutter to the stars, still questioning fate
In a world full of locks, I was born with a gate
If I die tonight, let my words stay alive
Let them teach love, not just how to survive
Tell my mama I tried, tell my enemies too
I chose truth over fear, even when it was few
Palm trees and pain, sunset in my eyes
West Coast lullaby made of truth and lies
Paradise burns slow, but we still remain
From the coast of the sun to the heart of the pain
Palm trees and pain, sunset in my eyes
West Coast lullaby made of truth and lies
Paradise burns slow, but we still remain
From the coast of the sun to the heart of the pain