I, come from a nation of 7000 islands
Where everyone's as brown as I am
I inherit the trauma, my blood
As dirty as ever
No shirt in this weather
Birds of a feather
My bretheren, I send you a letter, I tell you
I'm making money now, and never been better
I get homesick, but I will not give into the pressure
I got a microphone, and a glock tucked in the dresser
And its all sunny now, but could a desert ever measure up to the rain?
See who among us really to blame?
I left manila willingly, I wanted a chain
See, I just wanted some change, wanted to run from the pain
But I'd still air it out, and still ain't ever been to the range
See this whole year's been strange
It's an awkward time
I just stack my pennies
And I count my dimes
And I count my paper
And I work 9-5S
Until I get off work
And then I write my rhymes
But I still have a hard time going to sleep at night
Knowing my people bleeding daily, because all they do is fight
Honestly wonder all the time if what im doing is right
And I'm a civilian now, but bet your dawg still got the bite
Bet your bottom dollar ocho still ain't ever been light
Heavy like the monsoon, but the groove still tight
And I moved away last year, just to get a room and a mic
And I'm not looking for no bodies, but you test me I might
I'm leaning to my left and right like I was riding a bike
And life just hasnt been the same since I got onto the flight
And I just might be
Feeling fishy like I was a pisces
Icy, cheap, and everywhere like a type-beat
I'm from the city where the pretty get hyphy
Easy bay, run it like some nikes, I see
The people all around me shiesty
So I got it on me all the time, more strapped than a tyke on a ride
Who's still down to slide?
Who'd kill for their pride?
Who's still down to build and be real for their pride?
And I wont front like im always alone
But this'll be the second birthday I spend away from home
But this is it, its my year, I can feel it in my bones
I might do it by myself
Might not need a chaperone
See one day ill do it big, and put the city on my shoulders
And you'll hear me in manila, all the way from Arizona, "ocho"