[Verse One] The sun look different now in New Town The ghost of babies brought a thousand news crews out They focused on the guns and the bullets But forgot that mental health was at the root of all this bullsh** When your health needs insurance from a company It's a problem with you call the health industry An industry but really I ain't here to push agendas over beats I just came to spread the sun across the beach To all the babies who ain't make it to the some of those who love ya Bought to make the world remember that you lived Forgive me if I space out when I smoke Zone out and choke I don't believe in Heaven Baby Danger give me hope Though An old soul since 13 So by my count my soul is prolly like a 115 With all the sh** that I've seen From late teens to the marines To discovering the world can find peace
But first we gotta come down to the bottom From where the problem is not a punchline on an album We can do without 'em Like I was saying no agenda G I came here to spread the sun out onto the street Live from Los Angeles and settled now in Oakland Poetic Justice of Lucky's cousin and get smoked If maybe Cane had made it out Or Ronnie to Atlanta But bullets make it easy to be hard so f** a backup Son of a gun without the sunscreen This for the graduating cla** of 2013 And those in continuation Handle biz, get that diploma, if you don't that okay Just be a man about the people of the people, serve the people Un pueblo unido Or a woman bout the people of the people, serve the people Un pueblo unido [Hook] {x4} I, would walk on the sun with you Fly higher with you Fly higher with you