To live in South L.A., breathing in the cold smog air. As

you wake up, light up a cigarette rockin in your chair.

Listening to the bird in your morning window.

Covering your ears to the sirens at night. The night

goes really slow, as you wake up and hit that blow.

To live in South L.A., fast moving pace life. Escape to

this city for some money and fame in the expect.

Snorting bird and stripper clubs is what they see as

respect.

Drinking the night away, dreams faded away as you

sleep throughout the fucking day. Your fake

forgiveness as you wake up on Sunday and pray.

To live in South L.A., poisonous chemicals flowing

through your veins. To be in a fictional world. Heroin a

forever stain. Covered in blood you should be

ashamed.

To live in South L.A. It’s hard, it ain’t easy. I hope you

hear my story 1/3 for peace sake…….what’s your take?

- Erick Moran