Through The Clouds Stands A Rugged Town,
Smoking Till The Town's Dry,
Dreams Are Ashed,
The Hate Crime Upon Fakes Rise,
Lousy Drug Dealers And Police Rides,
Your Best Bet Open Your Colored Eyes And Ears,
The Streets You See Are Full Of F***ery And Burnt Fear,
Get Your Essentials Stole,
And Your Ego's Tipped,
From Anonymous Young Ones Playing Like They Own Your S***,
An Instance Of S.O.L.,
I Won't F*** With It,
A Skate Crew Would Get You Back For It,
Used To Be Frowned On Till Lupe,
Now It's Kick, Push, To The Theme,
I Rather Do It With Riders For The Righetous Path,
Some Hoodwinks To Hoopers Try To Claim Their Turf,
Like The Authority,
With The Same Incentive,
Who Besides Me Think We Should Spread Peace.