Dag Savage - Cali Dreamin' lyrics

[Intro:] I woke up in the Spring[x2] [Johaz] Yo yo, woke up in the city as a derelict, the ghetto is my narrative Never been the same after Pa and Ma had a split Stuck between the bangers and the Sunday morning terrorists Before I go to bed I kneel and say a prayer in Arabic Product of the negligence, n***as having mad rumbles Remember when Junior hit T boney with the bra** knuckles Fronting like they hard, just the other day they ran from you California dreaming life mad/nightmares of this man's struggle With Mom it was mad hustle even though we fatherless She fifteen (15) years clean from the alcohol anonymous Never had a trade or got a chance to get her Doctorate She California dreaming, tryna mend these broken promises f** the world and it's politics cause life is not a movie Paint a picture on the wall and try to radiate the beauty Ah, yea ! my Cali n***as stay on the grind Another day another dollar in the 619 And I... [Fashawn] Swear some nights I don't sleep Cause the weight of the world feel like the weight of my sheets Cali streets wasn't meant for the humble or the meek More of a jungle where we hunger for peace, crumble up leaves The hood life, good life I'm stuck in between Wishing I could get my brothers a dream, something pushing us back, like we swimming upstream If I take another route will I make it out? can't help but doubt cause It's a struggle and reality bites they'll either hand you a pistol, or pa** you a mic or some Nikes And a jersey, tell you shoot like Kobe Meanwhile, I'm drowning in this bottle of OE, thinking bout how I got a daughter to feed And will I be around to water my seed? just a thought So much on my mind as I sit and unwind another day another dollar in the 559 And I'm... [Co$$] Undefined, lost in LA Times tryna figure out my purpose everyday on this Earth What's my meaning? when Cali senseless the caught my nukka slipping on the Ave Now his face on the shirt Leimert - Another day, in, word To them bangers That be stacking up that paper in exchange for the work A thousand planets, a trillion tons, ma** of the Sun Wouldn't equal to my burden or the weight of my hurt You ever stood on my turf you know about them true O's Them rolling them 30s and 40s be riding on them deuce fours in my hood That don't reflect the sentiment in my heart When the blocks is hard as times are we gotta see beyond that A city made insane by the gangs k**ed my pops I used to say the city gave him AIDS so much on my brain it replays and repeats Another day another dollar in the tres deuce three And I... [Tiombe Lockhart] I woke up in this world California ...dreaming[x2]