There are days i wanna leave LA

I wanna break out the maze

Escape the dark haze these days

So many kids i know your feelin' crazed

Craze materials thangs and makin' slave wages

Baggy pockets only got laudry fluff

Livin' where rich people always buyin some stuff

So you try to act tough and hide what's inside

Hold your head high gettin fucked up and throwin'
dice

As bad as yours and and bad enough i'm sure

My heart wants to love but must navigate through
war

Cuz seein' that we're wired to short circuit

Must mean the meek who will inherit the earth

Already work it

There's a land by the sand grab the money

Plastic the life end of the century

People actin fake can't see the omens

Wake up yourself cause change is comin

Theres a land by the sand grab the Mountain Dew

Hollywood is such a place fuelin the frenzy

And everybody starts to peep around corners

Before they take their snapple they know thier
borders

In this $19.98 plus shipping and handling type
nether-

World everytime merchandise dips in our coffers

We buy that imagine that cost of livin' uh huh

The fakest shit and act cool our friends are
watchin

Attention shoppers check the section in your
reflection

Don't you feel so good does it enhance your fresh
Complexion

You gotta have it you got to have it x2

As the world turns and all the money we burn

On the bullshit to make us happy sometimes we
never learn

We're self centered we think we're better

We look down as a people upon our elders

Theres a land buy the snapple grab the money

Now let go of it cause its dissolving

It created all your fears and kept you hustling

Made you sever all the ties to your family