Figueroa

Ready for them to come take me away

I‘m running barefoot across the 110 freeway

Black satin bomber on and forge-your-own-chains playing through the bars

The neon light, i sight superior grocers on Figueroa

Why we rolled one hundreds in my pocket?

I already lost it moments before i lost it

Moments before i lost it

Wading through my dreams they ask "What did you take?"

I think the doctor says I‘m the warden of the state

Thought I‘d get the keys to the city

They feed me narcotics laced with pity

I tried to travel through time

To slow down the record in my mind

But why won‘t they come take me away?

Why won‘t they come take me away?

Chained to my bed at UCLA

UCLA