Compton On My Back

Yeah

Raised in the hub, homie

Bright day, dark alley

Let me talk to you right quick

Palm trees lean over cracked concrete

Burnt tips on the curb where the kids meet

Grandma on the porch, Bible and bare feet

Helicopter light sweepin' like it know me by my heartbeat

Swap meet gold, white tee, fresh fade

Block party grill smoke, dominoes, old spades

Love in the air, but the fear still baked

You can smell it in the sirens when another call breaks

Compton on my back, yeah, I carry that

Where the love run deep and the streets fight back

Born in the middle of the best, of the bad

If you make it out the block, then the world look small, that’s facts

Compton on my back, say it loud like that

Where the sun so warm but the nights bite back

I’m in love with the danger and the strength we have

This the city turn a scar into solid gold plaques

Seen chalk on the blacktop right by the hoop

Lil homie wore his flag like it came with the school

Mama work two jobs just to keep us in food

Still we laugh too loud when we packed in the room

Lowrider crawl, chrome wink at the moon

Candy paint drip slow like it scared to move

Old head say “boy, pick truth, pick tools”

‘Cause the block give praise and a grave so soon

Best in the world when we dance at the show

But we pray on the way ‘cause we all still know

One wrong look, one wrong color on a coat

Turn a fun Friday to a name on a post

Still I rep every lane, every last side street

Every mural on the wall, every track meet

We the roses in the rubble, we the cracked seat

Turn a war zone story to a rap sheet, then to black ink

Rolling through the shadows, silent in the night

Black flag waving, ready for the fight

Sliding through the front hood, eyes on every corner

Tana blocc, heart colder, living life with honor

Bitch got the strap for Compton, always on game

Keeping it real, never chasing fame

Wave that black flag high, symbolize the struggle

In these streets, you either hustle or buckle

Every move calculated, staying on my grind

In the city of dreams, but it’s all about survival

Waving that black flag, sliding through the night

Compton on my back, ready for the fight

Keep it real, never let ‘em see me fall

In the shadows, standing tall

Echoes of the past, whispers of the street

Every step I take, gotta keep the heat

Black flag flying, history in the making

In this game, no faking

Black flag waving, as I fade into the dark

Living by the code, leaving my mark

Tana blocc life, never backing down

In this concrete jungle, I wear the crown