Borders

[Verse 1]

There are days I wanna leave LA

I wanna break out the maze

Escape the dark haze these days

So many kids I know your feelin’ crazed

Crave material thangs and makin’ slave wages

Baggy pockets only got laundry fluff

While livin’ where rich people always buyin’ some stuff

So you try to act tough and hide what’s inside

Hold your head high gettin’ fucked up and rollin’ dice

As bad as yours and bad enough I’m sure

My heart wants to love but must navigate through war

'Cause seein’ that we’re wired to short circuit

Must mean the meek who will inherit, the earth already work it

[Chorus]

There’s a land by the sand, grab the money

Plastic, the life end of the century

People actin’ fake can’t see the omens

Wake up yourself ’cause change is comin’

There’s a land by the sand, grab the money

Hollywood is such a place fuelin’ the frenzy

And everybody starts to peep around the corners

Before they take their next step they know their borders