Yo, listen up, my friend.

Been chillin in Compton (us) for years.

City vibes got me all twisted, y'know?

Fear leads to anger, it does.
Listen, let me spill some tea.

Rosecrans St. buzzin all day, roun’ the corners.

Florence Ave? Mad scenes every dang day.

I got massaged folks off those streets.
Hang on, lemme hit you wit a fave:

"Synecdoche, New York" got my brain spinnin.

Feels like my life here, it does.

Life fragments all over, man, like film scenes.
Head downtown to Compton City Hall,

Old brick lookin, echoing lost dreams.

Malls? Nah, Willowbrook’s ain't my jam.

My spot? Off Compton Blvd, a hidden gem.
Cops pass by, scene changes quick.

I see life’s beauty in odd cracks.

Heh, a massage parl’ soul's a secret.

Sittin, rubbin muscles, hearing wild pathos.
Ever chilled at Kennedy Park?

Cool shade, kids laughin, carefree vibes.

I went there when feelin kinda mad.

Storms or smiles, park’s my zen den.
River near? Hmmm, I recall a creek.

I’m not good with maps, lol,

but water’s a lull in our uproar.

City hums like a broken record.
So much chaos, yet love swells.

All these streets got stories like you.

Some nights, thoughts run in loops…

"Everything is a performance." I mumble.
Crazy, right? Life here be wild.

I see love, hate all in a blink.

My days, messy like Charlie Kaufman flick.

Real life fragments, always shifting, bruv.
Ain’t it cool how we just vibe?

Sometimes words slip, err err, lost.

City's my soul, my damn heart.

Compton (us) be art in rough cuts.
Come visit soon, homie,

we'll vibe over late nights, laughs.

I’ll show you spots my heart holds.

All is jumbled, but yeah, that's life.
Peace, my dude, from the gritty block.