Sitting up, late at night I tiptoe through the darkness Cold as hell, black as spades Aware of my immediate surrounding In my place I escape up into my hideout Hiding from everyone My friends all say, "Dave you're mental anyway" hey! Drift into a deeper

Lock and load your gun, where I'm from, the Third World son Been to many places but I'm Third world-born Guerrillas hit and run where I'm from: the Third World son You polluted everything, and now the Third World's gone The waters poisoned where I'm from

Think I'm from space I found the earth Not leaving now I know your face Think you fell too Space soul fell down And ain't no place now, if I got you

I move away from this place In the form of a disturbance And enter into the world Like some tiny distortion If I surrender And I don't fight this wave I won't go under

You can miss me with that fake shit How you real but writin' statements? Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it My gang in the buildin', we came up from dirty basements Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement Take a puff and all

A thousand times, too many times I've fallen back out of place from a dream The bright sunlight, a rude awakening Like I'm seeing the colors leave the brush for the wall That's when, into I reach into memories I long to relive those times Those younger

Don't take it away Don't wanna let the pieces fall out of place I got nothing but you on my mind I'm not ready to be just another of your mistakes I was only just a breath removed from going to waste 'Til I found salvation in the form of your Way too

The story is a sad one, told many times The story of my life in trying times Just add water, stir in lime How the west was won and where it got us Blood from a stone Water from wine Born under an ill-placed design A stroke of bad luck, Wrong place, wrong

The storm is getting closer every day Hauled himself onto the road Dust up to his nose Put that anchor down to find a place where he could go ?Cause he was looking for a shelter from the storm He was looking for a place that you could call your own You

Los Angelenos All come from somewhere Making up for all the time gone by Hiding up in the mountains Laying low in the canyons Goin' nowhere on the streets Makin' love with the natives In their Hollywood places To live in sunshine