Braille - How Did We Get Here lyrics

[Intro: Propaganda] Well I feel it It's the blood of my ancestors resting in my chest, bro I was so great [Verse 1: Propaganda] Yeah, cause I remember karaoke mics pointed at the speaker Boom box play the tracks, CD skipped, bunch of raps Open mics, night side, drive by ghetto bird Hoping you can make it home Better get swift with your words Birthplace, earthquake Hometown; it goes down Learn to bust choppers before your ABC, tragedy Survivor rivals the odds of tryin' to fight gravity A compliment when MC say come battle me, stay cool Now a dad, college grad, quit my job, hit the road Tryin' to get my marriage happy Ask about me at the bottom of the 710, holding down the sea port Beach city, coast guard, Queen Mary, Snoop Lion Trust me, I'm a native, the Hollywood sign be lyin' beneath it Grave of a thousand young souls, take a stroll on a sure dream of Californication And I still can't explain how any of us made it It's grace [Hook: Andy Mineo] And I got a feeling I can't describe I see this place when I close my eyes Wake me up if we ever arrive And tell me how did we How did we get here? Tell me how did we How did we get here? Tell me how did we How did we get here? Tell me how did we How did we get here? Tell me [Verse 2: JGivens] My hand prints left permanent stamps in The steering wheel with the pressure of anvils Fresh out the gate, the campus that gave us a canvas; blank Unemployment rates, we scrambling for pay Never stand still in a rat race Speeding out of LA, couldn't be late that day I'll be right back, I'm headed to Vegas cause Taylor got graduation, too That round trip switched quick to a one-way, I'm surprised it's you I hit the local circuit in churches scribblin' verses Rehearsing them with no music so earth in due time can use them For spoken word or whatever service A movement; the music in Egypt was persecuted Long go, faith is bullet proof When you look around and pray that they won't shoot you to prove it How did we get here, in a dream school? Now when I swim here God planned it, I'm one of the fish here like Boom [Hook] [Bridge: Andy Mineo] How, how, how, how (x6) [Verse 3: Propaganda] And I learned you ain't in love with this Time to fire your publicist, I inspire above the mess Your desire requires this lost angels city, don't pity us, fully aware That's why I don't flinch at a bully scare