Morocco Mike

Ay it's like me and this nigga Eclipse

Been working on this shit hella hard for hella days

You know saying Been since like

95 both graduated and shit

Shit changed a grip for me this year

95 was some shit check it out

It was 95 the year of my graduation

I was in great anticipation of my date of release

From this educational prison

Moms made the decision

To throw me from the residence

It seems weed and hip-hop had taken precedence

Over my responsibilities but it was alright

Because that day to day bullshit was killing me

So willingly I left the home

And set out on my own

Shacked up with some crew Saga and Rhythm

Didn't have to give them any rent

So hella time was spent up late night

Freestyling getting high

Not knowing how I would make it to school the next day

From the Westside of L A I had to hit the 33

And now I hear them fools from Red

Dots is out to murder me

So certainly stresss built

Taking bus to night school every day

Could got my ass kilt

But I had to get my credits straight

Plus the bus ride gave me time to meditate

On how to set this shit straight

So late one night

I called up moms then we reached an agreement

Which only delayed

It didn't prevent what was bound to happen

She said she wasn't tripping

Just as long as I got a gown and cap

Then came graduation day

The only nigga to walk the stage

With a zero point five four five GPA

I hand her the diploma and she still have shit to say

And it's f**kin off my vibe

And the album's on its way

I couldn't prolong the day when Murs

And the real world would collide

The year was nine-five

The year was nine-five

I thought I wouldn't survive

Living in the city

Where it's a day to day struggle to survive

The year was nine-five

Daily survival tactics in L A

Daily survival tactics in L A

Daily survival tactics in L A

Daily survival tactics in L A

Daily survival tactics in L A

I struggled my way in the summer

And now the album's almost done

But now is when the crew starts to fall apart

One by one we disassembled

Which sorta resembles my life

Falling apart right before my eyes

So I fantasized about having a video

And being on tour

To keep my mind off my empty stomach

And sleeping on the floor

Being that I'm broke

I'm stealing groceries from the store

And now it seems every battle I have turns to beef

And me broke with no heat

I'm looking over both shoulders whenever I hit the streets

And just when I thought I escaped defeat

I'm sitting with my homey and we smoking a beadie

When this cop see me and he decides to procede

A young black male with dreads it gotta be weed

So he comes over with the usual disrespect

But that's all I've come to expect

From a motherf**ker with a badge and a God Complex

Next he's asking questions testing my patience

Finds out I'm underage now he's writing a citation

Asking me to stand up to be frisked

I'm like Man f**k this

Then this bitch cop snatched me up from the back

I turned around to counter the attack

But I'm surrounded by five cops

Who don't appreciate the reply

So it's me they hogtie and throw on the asphault

Steady talking shit standing over me like it's all my fault

And now I got a court case to face

And in the first place I barely got enoughs to survive

So when the court date arrived

I damn sure don't got enough for a f**king bus ride

So they give me a warrant failure to appear

The next week I'm at the pier with my crew

I seen this fool I battled a couple days back

Hadn't seen him in a few I stepped to him

He's like Dude we need a rematch

You see my ego's been scratched

And when I tell him that shit ain't gonna happen

His ese partner went and opened up his trap

And tell me that the odds was uneven instead of leaving

I turned around and put this motherf**ker in his place

And at the same time

His homey all up in my nigga T S face

So I'm think we about to squab;

But then the cops mob

And break it up now they feeling like

They did they job

But here they come back up the street hella deep

Talking shit like we wasn't gonna trip

So I took the first hit

And now we squabbing in the middle of the streets

The odds was 3-on-6 and we still held it down

Except for the one so called homey

Who stood there held the radio and looked around

And it seems like forever that we fought

But it eventually came to a halt

So then we hit the park to discuss what happened

I wake up the next day

These fools is talking bout capping me

Taking my life over a fight nah that couldn't be right

Lost sight of where I'm living Los Angeles

Where fools ain't giving a f**k

Stuck in the same place

With decisions to make

Either I kill them they kill me or I make an escape

So I took the money

That my step-pops left me when he passed away

And moved up to the Bay only to find out

Niggaz gonna have problems wherever you stay

And it's been a couple of years

And some of these fools is still tripping to this day

So I feel I can safely say

That on this planet there ain't no place like L A

There ain't no place like L A

Mid-City fool bitch

Heated defeated day after day

Daily survival tactics in L A