The sun look different now in New Town
The ghost of babies brought a thousand news crews out
They focused on the guns and the bullets
But forgot that mental health was at the root of all this bullshit
When your health needs insurance from a company
It's a problem with you call the health industry
An industry but really
I ain't here to push agendas over beats
I just came to spread the sun across the beach
To all the babies who ain't make it to the some of those who love ya
Bought to make the world remember that you lived
Forgive me if I space out when I smoke
Zone out and choke
I don't believe in Heaven Baby Danger give me hope
Though
An old soul since 13
So by my count my soul is prolly like a 115
With all the shit that I've seen
From late teens to the marines
To discovering the world can find peace
But first we gotta come down to the bottom
From where the problem is not a punchline on an album
We can do without 'em
Like I was saying no agenda G
I came here to spread the sun out onto the street
Live from Los Angeles and settled now in Oakland
Poetic Justice of Lucky's cousin and get smoked
If maybe Cane had made it out
Or Ronnie to Atlanta
But bullets make it easy to be hard so fuck a backup
Son of a gun without the sunscreen
This for the graduating class of 2013
And those in continuation
Handle biz, get that diploma, if you don't that okay
Just be a man about the people of the people, serve the people
Un pueblo unido
Or a woman bout the people of the people, serve the people
Un pueblo unido
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I, would walk on the sun with you
Fly higher with you
Fly higher with you