Overflowing with misunderstood generations
The people who won’t go down without hesitation
Outsiders are glad for what they have once they see us
Helicopters keeps us up at night, telling us to stay inside
I remember three guys enter a liquor store
They come out with a free reward, running off with two beer bottles
Kids kissing in parks, others passing a blunt
Tacos at the corner be brisk and get your order
The women come out of their church long skirts flowing with religion
The elote man passes by and honks his horn
This is my L.A.
