Morocco Mike

Ay it's like, me and this nigga Eclipse

Been workin on this shit hella hard for hella days

Y'know, knahmsayin? 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 killin 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 'em any rent

So hella time was spent up late night, freestylin gettin high

Not knowin 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

Takin bus to night school every day, coulda 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 trippin 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 fuckin off my vibe, and the album's on it's 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

Livin in the city where it's a day to day struggle to survive

The year was nine-five

{"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

Fallin apart, right before my eyes

So I fantasized about havin a video, and bein on tour

To keep my mind off my empty stomach, and sleepin on the floor

Bein that I'm broke, I'm stealin groceries from the store

And now it seems every battle I have turns to beef

And me, broke with no heat

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

And just when I thought I escaped defeat

I'm sittin with my homey and we smokin 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 motherfucker with a badge and a God Complex

Next he's askin questions, testin my patience

Finds out I'm underage, now he's writin a citation

Askin me to stand up to be frisked, I'm like "Man fuck 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 talkin shit, standin 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 fuckin 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 gon' happen

His ese partner went and opened up his trap

And tell me that the odds was uneven instead of leavin

I turned around and put this motherfucker in his place

And at the same time, his homey all up in my nigga T.S. face

So I'm think we 'bout to squab; but then the cops mob

And break it up, now they feelin like, they did they job

But here they come, back up the street hella deep

Talkin shit like we wasn't gon' trip

So I took the first hit

And now we squabbin 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 talkin 'bout cappin me?

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

Lost sight of where I'm livin, Los Angeles

Where fools ain't givin a fuck, 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 gon' have problems, wherever you stay

And it's been a couple of years

And some of these fools is still trippin 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!