26th & Cali

[Hook: Epic] 3x
My city is like a zoo
My city is like a zoo
These crackers keep us in cages
We crazy when we get loose

[Verse 1: Epic]
Grab a pen and try to focus where I came from
Sam Cooke got me thinking, "will that change come?"
I get this feeling when I write like my veins numb
Hands get to moving, hoping that I get paid some
Just to get on the mic and try to say something
Just to get up and fight, try to relay something
Most of these hipsters today, really ain't saying nothing
Claiming they all kingpins when you know they wasn't
You know for 32 days I had a couple jogies
I know that I'm a piece of shit, but my mama loves me
I only sold dope to niggas that would sell to honkeys
Kill yourself dude, move to another country
Yeah man and BBU is like that
I wrote you 16 bars hoping you write back
PS, do me a favor and try to write facts
Come on, give 'em the hook, I know they'll like that

[Hook] 4x

[Verse 2: Illekt]
I'm from a place where it's cool to have no ambition
And cracks the only thing that's ever cooked up in that kitchen
Money comes first, Jordan, loyalty is second
So we code that Scottie Pippen
We all got hoop dreams, but me, I got a vision
My people united, but we chillin' on division
I'm stuck in this world of contradiction, this right here
Is what the game's been missing, I bear my soul
And you can see that burnin' heart on my sleeve, and I'm asking myself
Is freedom something I should still believe in?
Oil trills that were built to spill, and she's still in the club
Tryna tip drill, tell me just how the fuck that zit feel
Shit's real, and you acting like it far from your
State of mind, my name is, lifestyles of young, rich, and brainless
It ain't hard to find where the pain is
Just look where the game is, shameless

[Hook] 4x

[Verse 3: Jason Perez]
At night I can't sleep man, I toss and turn
Reading Cathy Cohen so that my soul won't burn
Epic had the dream, but I'm standing here
Seeing things quite clear, having nightmares
My fellas like Pusha T, coked out Huey P
Martin on the balcony, Biggie in the backseat
Pac sitting shotgun, getting shotgunned
Obama is the Prez but his change gon' come
Where I come from, North and Damen used to bang
Now it's just hipsters talking bunch of fucking game
Hipsters tried to say Yella was they favorite rapper
Do what god told me, smack the devil out that cracker
Everything you did, young Detroit kids
Still I try to find a peace of mind, staying sober through these times
Let this little light of mine shine, give me some life
More divine than mine, praise to the most high

[Hook] 4x