[Saukrates]

Kalifornia

I first saw my baby on the Subway train

On my way home from a cue in White Plains

A pretty young thing, brown eyes and skin clean

With the poise of a queen though she was only 15

And I was 16, my mind was in a swirl

And by the looks of this girl, I was a peasant

Who did not have a chance or a prayer in the world

Just another nigga with them rasta curls

So she on the train did avoid me

Sick to her brain assumin' I would most likely be

A hustler, I said fuck it, she could never like me

Or much less love

I knew she was special, never all of the above

And then I closed my eyes to envision me and her as one

On a California beach in the sun

When I opened my eyes, yo, the train ride was done

I glanced her way, only to receive nothing in return

Knowing that one day I would earn

A chance with this woman trapped in a teen's body

I would play America, you could be John Gotti, I'm sayin...

I was trapped when I turned my head



CHORUS [Saukrates]

"You're My Lady"