Cali Dreamin - Dag Savage, Johaz, Exile

Yo yo, woke up in the city as a derelict, the ghetto is my narrative

Never been the same after Pa and Ma had a split

Stuck between the bangers and the Sunday morning terrorists

Before I go to bed I kneel and say a prayer in Arabic

Product of the negligence, niggas having mad rumbles

Remember when Junior hit T boney with the brass knuckles

Fronting like they hard, just the other day they ran from you

California dreaming life mad/nightmares of this man’s struggle

With Mom it was mad hustle even though we fatherless

She fifteen (15) years clean from the alcohol anonymous

Never had a trade or got a chance to get her Doctorate

She California dreaming, tryna mend these broken promises

Fuck the world and it’s politics cause life is not a movie

Paint a picture on the wall and try to radiate the beauty

Ah, yea !

my Cali niggas stay on the grind

Another day another dollar in the 619

And I…

Swear some nights I don’t sleep

Cause the weight of the world feel like the weight of my sheets

Cali streets wasn’t meant for the humble or the meek

More of a jungle where we hunger for peace, crumble up leaves

The hood life, good life I’m stuck in between

Wishing I could get my brothers a dream, something pushing us back,

like we swimming upstream

If I take another route will I make it out?

can’t help but doubt cause

It’s a struggle and reality bites they’ll either hand you a pistol,

or pass you a mic or some Nikes

And a jersey, tell you shoot like Kobe

Meanwhile, I’m drowning in this bottle of OE, thinking bout how I got a

daughter to feed

And will I be around to water my seed?

just a thought

So much on my mind as I sit and unwind another day another dollar in the 559

And I’m…

Undefined, lost in LA Times tryna figure out my purpose everyday on this Earth

What’s my meaning?

when Cali senseless the caught my nukka slipping on the Ave

Now his face on the shirt

Leimert — Another day, in, word

To them bangers

That be stacking up that paper in exchange for the work

A thousand planets, a trillion tons, mass of the Sun

Wouldn’t equal to my burden or the weight of my hurt

You ever stood on my turf you know about them true O’s

Them rolling them 30s and 40s be riding on them deuce fours in my hood

That don’t reflect the sentiment in my heart

When the blocks is hard as times are we gotta see beyond that

A city made insane by the gangs killed my pops

I used to say the city gave him AIDS so much on my brain it replays and repeats

Another day another dollar in the tres deuce three

And I…

I woke up in this world

California… dreaming