Ridin' the Wave

Palm trees sway, but the streets don’t sleep,

Hustle in the air, pockets running deep,

City of angels? More like city of schemes,

Gold chains flash, but they fracture dreams.

Corner store blues, liquor in a brown bag,

Money in the shoebox, stash in the old Jag,

Cruisin’ slow-mo, tinted like a spy,

Breeze from the ocean, but the heat don’t lie.

Ridin' the wave, yeah, the west don’t play,

Sunset glow, but the nights turn gray,

Stacks on stacks, let the 808 spray,

Ridin' the wave, livin' day by day.

Dice roll quick, fate’s a dealer with a smirk,

Every block a script, every alley got its work,

Graffiti sermons on a wall preach pain,

Streetlights flicker like the beat in my brain.

Concrete jungle, kingpins and cubs,

Some pour Cristal, some sip from red cups,

Dreams in the rearview, hope in the trunk,

Gas tank full, but the soul’s in a funk.

Echoes of the past, ghost rides and lows,

Chasing that high, where the ocean breeze blows,

Sand on my shoes, but the dirt stays close,

Westside forever, it’s the life I chose.