Mr. J Medeiros - The Rockies lyrics

I'm from the Rocky Mountains 4 wheel drives I'm hoping out them Talking bout how the war steals lives Forgot about them cause you ain't from the Springs Where the heat come early hearing the beat from the C 130 Make you wonder if our freedoms worthy Hurry to draft our population Kids loosing they dads to the Iraq occupation Cops in blue and black waiting Two in the back hating on the boom in the Ac While we cruising through the gas stations Cash inflation grow pa**ed your patience See the banks throw us out like trash It's castration for any mans ego Saving the fam we know Ain't Brooklyn But we still in the hand of Gambino's My fam came from the east coast Pikes Peak or bust so to those we toast You might meet the dust if you got more foes then friends But in the end you gotta keep both close Saw my first gun in 6th grade the young had switchblades D-3 got PTSD to this day You know those proud boys Popping that loud noise Come mopping your town with a crowd full of cowboys Vet's sent to free never left what they went to see So Colorado's getting out of debt through the dispensaries Filling those empty z's from k**ing enemies Let me see who reps the C presently mention me Shout out to those who will eventually And those cops closing down every event that we went to see Now you can mock me Lock me in this box with Lockheed I'll drop heat Leaving even the co*ky knock kneed Stop me if a fan needs an autographed copy Like… Where you from man? The Rockies Lost friends to d** and gun violence Thugs of all kinds since HUD homes And Sons of Silence Since the gunned down Ludlow Miners And that one running town playing humble Climbing on that methamphetamine Left hand lead a dream Right hand let him fean Despite them getting green Must be the adrenal fever Or the high altitude cerebral edema Now where's FEMA no where's your femur Drop knee believer redeem your demeanor Run rhymes cus sometimes the green is greener When you see the whole scene Through the sheen of a screen door Now it ain't worth a stack for the major labor pains Laying birth to a track with a major label's name Haters complain shame I don't cater to fame I fight back writing raps I gotta later explain If you favor the change put your hands to the reins I'm from the land where a man is a man And a range is a range Hollywood can damage your brain Take advantage of all that's good And hand you a chain I stay the same ain't playing the part With every statement from the heart Made facing the dark Bringing light to the days at Acacia Park Do you rap do you skate do you paint State your art Play your part before you sweat the scene From the 719 and anyone with a dream To the 303 and everyone in between And the let the sun shine down on Colorado Springs