(Welcome to L.A) Where you can see the whole city burning 'Cause the cops got Uzis and the dealers keep serving And your kids ain't learning shit, except this Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times Trying to

Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street Singing six months ain't no sentence And one year ain't no time I was born in Angola Serving fourteen to ninety

Resurrected Living in a lighthouse The lions and the lambs ain't sleeping yet I'm serving time All for a crime I did commit You want the truth? You know I'd do it all again Left for dead Heaven is only in my head!

A Dedication to all the refugees worldwide One time say, say, say I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet Good friends we had Good friends we've lost along the

It's too bad it's too bad It's too bad we had no time to rewind Let's walk, let's talk Too late, so wrong, so long It's too late, so wrong, so long Father's hands are lined with dirt From long days in the field Mother's hands are serving meals