Place That Birthed Me - Soul Khan

It’s like: straight from the city of sunshine and silicone

Even on the busiest streets, you still feel alone

Unless you’re repping a set or set to direct

A mill or millimeter’s how they measure respect

They say the weather is best, but sometimes it rains and

Sometimes it bleeds cause drugs line the veins of

All kinds of fiends, they all got the need

In the hills and the ghetto and what lies between

Got one life to lead, but two different faces

Prime real estate for the youthful and famous

Too many cops are abusive and racist

But white folks still staying glued to the matrix

Chicks drop stacks for rags on rodeo

Then they hit the strip to sniff some more yayo

Dudes on the street sipping forties like they’re

Drano

The city where the angel pawned his own halo

Let’s take a trip to the place that birthed me

Home of Roscoe’s and big game worthy

Los Angeles, I can’t love it enough

So no matter where I’m at, I put my w’s up

Now, I could spit a reference to different intersections

But that wouldn’t capture California in its essence

The asphalt is scalding beneath your chucks

Wherever we post up, there’s burrito trucks

And the traffic in the city turns the corner to a jukebox

Bumping ever genre from Foreigner to 2Pac

Peace to the homie selling

oranges

now he’s got a small fortune in his tubesocks

It’s where I learned to freestyle with ease and fluency

Used to hear people preach peace and unity

The women were an infinite spectrum of thickness

And greeted every increase in heat with nudity

Now I’m in the east with a dream and a tunnel vision

You gotta leave home to see home for what it isn’t

So some day, I’ll return like the sun arisen

And on my mama’s mama, I hope that nothing’s different

Let’s take a trip to the place that birthed me

Home of Roscoe’s and big game worthy

Los Angeles, I can’t love it enough

So no matter where I’m at, I put my w’s up