Intro

[Story of the West] [California]

Verse I

Uh, Past thoughts dancing in my head Cute summer dress, glimmering lipstick red

North of San Diego, mimicking Bev Bright gal in my black whip; Story of the West

Heart as a weapon, cause it hurts like a paradise Yeah we rolled a seven

She kept reminding me, “baby, you’re the best” replied, “hopefully, when it came to bed”

Um her smirk, made me such an attic Drove to the coast, summer weekend it is

We were in Coronado; imagining dolphins French kissed, licked her lower lip till she flipped

Was I awake or did I dream;

her earth eyes green, Vanilla scent near an ocean made me sink She kept reminding me, “baby, you’re the best”

replied, “hopefully, when it came to bed”

Verse I Bridge

Oceanic Paris, palm trees as an Eiffel Sunshine with an Aries, though sand on my Jay sandals

Oceanic Paris, laid in good weather for the sun set : took a while though

Held her to my chest, near my heart, demon with an angel

Chorus

Did she take a piece of my soul If she did, how am I a ghost

Did she take a piece of my soul If she did, now Ima... west ghost

Verse II

Uh, old thoughts dancing in my head Harbor Drive Pedestrian bridge,

walked across it with an ol’ friend ‘fore we tapped on unfriend All cause of Californication

My main organ aching so heart ‘longs for Lucy I’m not part of paradise

The one, where she closed your eyes Wasn’t good at closing mine, wasn’t the best

If I did, saw my best man getting her undressed

Was I awake or did I dream;

her earth eyes green, Vanilla scent of the heavens made me leap

Reminiscing when she lied, “baby, you’re the best” Till we reached apart in life, ahead of death

Chorus

Did she take a piece of my soul If she did, how am I a ghost Did she take a piece of my soul

Well If she did, at least she’s not a lone Did she take a piece of my soul

If she did, how am I a ghost Did she take a piece of my soul

If she did, now Ima... west ghost

Verse I

Can’t believe it, just swear an oath to defend our constitution

becoming a marine this summer, if I make it to high school graduation

Met with my recruiter Staff Sergeant Johnson on ‘em pool functions I am not country but I love my country without question

Pull myself up, run 3 miles before the sun’s up Tell my girlfriend I got drill, so please leme practice

Was really alone in this shit, but believed in a greater cause than me

I believed in the USMC, I was ready to wear olive green underneath

They say it’s the toughest training, and only a few will make it

My mom looked Johnson in the eye and said that’s my only baby

But dedication in pool functions showed nothing will stop me

Kissed her hard before I go, goodbye GiGi; hi summertime misery

Chorus {Katelyn Skye]

You can bend, but you can’t break You can bend, but you can’t break You can bend, but you can’t break

Don’t break, you’ll make it

Verse II

“Get off the bus” Placed my feet on the yellow footprints Eyes dead straight, knew this summer was about to be the worst man

Drill instructor up in my face, keep your bearing CRUZ This is what you wanted, prove to yourself, your girl, your mama

Get down mountain climbers, sit up, push up, scream louder These drill instructors, you will never overpower

[COLORS]

This the blueprint on becoming an elite Pain is weakness leaving that scrawny body, mr. meeseeks

Mom wrote letters from the bible, yet GiGi wrote letters from her heart though

These letters from home gave me comfort as the days passed so slow

But determination in the spirit, long hikes with heavy packs

Walked straight, one with my rifle, thinking, meal by meal, these days will pass

Alas - The final frontier, up the Reaper; let’s add rain to this scene

Overcome this hill’ earn the title, Marine One small step in front of the other; slowly going up this

Reached the top, as later to receive my EGA; Drill instructor Sgt Fuentes told me this...

Chorus {Katelyn Skye]

You can bend, but you can’t break You can bend, but you can’t break [Listen to me] You can bend, but you can’t break

Don’t break, you’ll make it You can bend but you won’t break And know, you won’t break

[I know you won’t break] You can bend but you won’t break

Know you won’t

Skye Verse

Orbiting, Rising, Striving to soar Propelling higher, truly yours Into space

To the moon [You listening] I am alone in an orbit rendezvous Or am I alone, as spirits here too

Tranquil and wondrous

I am beyond a woman’s limits [You listening] Moon rise, hearkens, Liberty lands in it

We’re here again.

Dream Verse

Unbeknownst to the real Commander the press seek; revealed Reach for the sky, her arm strong as Neil

Saturn V rebuilt Pilot of the X-15; speed of Mach 6.7 dwindled as Skittles

her skills though, reach to a Mach 6.9 Books she loved when growing up

Her mind expanded; automobile, aircraft, spacecraft, a moment of Hypersonic through the officer ranking

Imagine Commander Buzz But Commander Skye An elegant ring I like that more

theme of the mericanDREAM the launch pad roars Connecticut's own a mile high

in reach of the Moon She moxie; Approximately at noon

July 20th renewed, at a lunar-orbit rendezvous mission control's view, wonderful

me; just a marine, P.O.G., a tool bag, trying to survive my enlistment; contemplating

From Cape Kennedy, the Apollo 18, out of this world; amazing

Thinking when Corporal Cruz met Captain Skye, the USS Boxer

Near the Mediterranean Oh my... piloting an osprey, at sea now she in a pressure suit confined

in a NASA piece A woman on the Moon, her one inch thick neoprene rubber on the bottom of her boot

grace her weight from the lunar module on that lunar soil.

Skye Conclusion

[Stand off the landing]

One small step for a woman, one giant step for humankind

My pockets full of stars

pockets full of stars

pockets full of stars

Black Shiva

Some outer space shit

I’m gonna take it back down to the Caribbean, real quick

Verse I

This the taco for the—mardi—gras I’m a nigga that be—la di—da

Daydream too much ‘bout Brianna, at the coffee—shop

Score a date with her, then drop the ball; I’m no Randy—Moss

Drink this tea; Mango flavored tea Minnesota girls; I was too muggy for ‘em breeze

This is me; I see, voting on ‘em pearls Life is ugly when the dreams are pretty

El diablo let me know; it’s why my dreams are so cold

Sing

Now I see, as I close my eyes, Ima drink my ice tea Sit right here and contemplate on every single

damn thing

Gonna need all this WI FI as I, drink my tasty tea Sip this ice and meditate on what GOD will bring

I’m at the coffee shop, sitting right here At the coffee, thinking ‘bout my life here At the coffee, W. T. F

huh?

I don’t know what to do anymore; I’m just this lost sheep

WOAH!!!!!

Dream Verse

T was elected, I left to go to Lucerne momma was concerned Allow me to think afterwards

I have the Swiss watch, since the coffee shop Went LA LA with an oscar But what’s an oscar without a cast What’s a

cast to a fixed hand What’s a fixed hand without an audience to save (YEAH) (I’m just gonna close my eyes, okay)

Me and her were meant to be Bonnie and Clyde Before you coin to Swiss Franc; always be Frank to a Swiss

Aguascalientes, the start of my name European fashion reminded me I’m Blaxican... A new Prince.

But yeah I’m dreaming as a demon Imagination lofty, lofty But yet GOD was reaching

as I’m sip the Coffee Eyes on every girl, Skye the limit Love for the moon, round em bridges

Off the wall to bigots; yet I’m in it Yet LUCY, I—love—LUCY, Naw it’s more like LUCY love me

Can I get away, I need some... need some peace; piece of ass yet the devil tricked me...

Everything i say is out of line I’m off rhythm, I’m not on beat I’m not on beat

[I’m a man from community college making promises

Invest, Invest all from—Coffee—Shop Welcome to the—21st—Arrondissements] [x2]

DREAMING AS A DEMON part two

I’m dreaming as a demon, imagination lofty Was GOD ever reaching when I sip on coffee

Met a girl from Lucerne; Obama, the Swiss have seen Thoughts so fresh, so natural as Swiss cheese

Yet pierce this DREAM, 4:44 AM I’m outI’m still Black; light skin like a caramel

Coco butter, olive oil, time to grease this stout Yet an educated mind make the world go round

Okay, okay let me get my mind

Al-together from all this things that I do find, unworthy, am I insane

In denial, am i little bit like out of style I don’t know, my mind is so damn loose

Like my fucking hair, all these split ends, lost in the labyrinth Meh, trying to find my way back

Yet only one way, am I going the wrong way; they say I am

[Trumpet Solo]

This the cold touch, this is when I do the midas touch Turn everything to gold, then it turns to dust

Nigga, Like a wika, this is when I write my words and figure out when I do Signature my piece, this is me; I’m about to write

a thesis Cats with black robes, yeah; This is me, when I get my culp I’m trying to launch it

We the people, in order to establish, free union; This is what i do it man, okay for

Yeah, constitutional, I’m a nigga, that be obvious Trying to figure out these scores I’m no John Williams, but let me go

billion I’m an educated nigga, learn from the X Doing Martin Luther, try to ‘do the press

Nigga, Like a wika, this is when I write my words and figure out when I do

Signature my piece, this is me; I’m about to write a thesis

You, try to figure out me I don’t give a fuck; codin’ me, this is codin’ B, this is codin’ Ye

IIntro

Ima close my eyes Think about no lies [Dreams in my head, reality is dead] [Dreams in my head, reality is dead]

Think about my life ‘Member all the good times [Dreams in my head, reality is dead] [Dreams in my head, reality is dead]

Ima close my eyes Try to think about life [Dreams in my head, reality is dead] [Dreams in my head, reality is dead]

Think about good times This is me when I really need come alive

[Dreams in my head, reality is dead] [Dreams in my head, reality is dead]

Can I have lunch with you? (Naw) I’m little bit crazier, than ever you imagine (lightway)

Hold up, bus stop, Lemme catch my bus [naw] Lemme go run [naw] Lemme go walk [naw]

Lemme go waste my time and think about all the things I lost [uh]

SRB Verse I

Uh beef I don’t want no beef yeah Momma told me don’t be that fool Look at me now so smart, so cool

Never bashful, never fought for the stone That I thrown at a nigga, gotta pick another bone

Skin gettin’ thicker, guess a nigga on his bulk Sin when I’m winnin’, guess I’m here for the smoke

When my eyes loosin’ vision, but I clear all my goals Ay, tongue getting bigger when I’m twistin’ up these flow

Ay, I’m getting bigger soon enough I’m wearing gold Tummy sticking out in rose maybach yelling out Roseay!

DREAM Verse

Momma went to grab me while I was in the pool Swimming in the past to this I was nine years old

A soCali bath, super facial, arctic cold Even after that I craved for it more and more

An audience in need for a fix, yet we ain’t even sick Holly Woo D, a mustang out of the fence

In lurk over blue eyes so I can just drown again Cause I hated my own skin, I just wanted to be a poster bitch

SRB Verse II

I been underground, diggin’ nigga never swim Water been my enemy since the slave ship Momma told me to never say

shit Act like them White kids just to fit in Yet I dream with the vision of the future Yet getting goosebumps

every time a deja vu come Rap diff in the bens with a pocket full of pilgrims Yet I’m no better when I chillin in the hills, mum

Bridge

I get it [I don’t know anymore] I just don’t get it [I tried, gathering the thoughts in my mind] I tried to battle

racism, sexism, objectivism [Too much going on, thoughts are a refuge] [I tried] [I tried] [The world is a dark place]

Sing

Water I hate so much, I’d rather have my soul on fire Girl, when I look through your eyes, I see the blues from your massiah

Why do I act so tough, when another in a different order Girl, when I look through your eyes, I drown myself from desire

Everybody watching this weird and oppressed person Who mimics this red hair Satan, who’s prettier than all I’ve been with

We want that gold, that big chain Yet hated and posed in silver chains No refuge could save the slave

From the terror of flight, the gloom of the grave

DREAMIVERSE

I can no more disown this flow, than I disown this globe Lay my head on an empty road

Mind and pocket in need for a fix; these too broke Learn the ropes

clasp my hands together for the pour

of rain, snow, brimstone, during my post As if God knows, I’ll hope; pray for no more

need a poncho, yo hablo español As when God wrote my story

Heavenly hoax

What a flow. Love, hate beauty to suffer. Numb this pain

I’d stay, yet my angel negotiates

An eviction notice, a deal in motion Where’s the grace

The world is in cleansing, bug I’m the stain

Relapse

gained love for missionary again

Yes, from the bottom Till we switch positions, make amends

Indifferent; instant love, hate, all mixed in Friday Amen, to begin with Revealing my weekend

God, I never knew I just existed Born ‘to this world as a southpaw misfit

Mother no father, lover no altar Lucy chained my mind, lock me as a monster

Need solving, no problem. M-sixteen was my side apollo The rocky mind of thee Apollo. Heed

lofty rhymes from Colo

‘Cause love, hate, beauty, pain. Elicit the mostThis joke loathed, raised, air-made. Come to a close

If the deal made, then ay. Send me my rose As God made my fate. Soon this fate he will close