SKYLINES - Intellectual

"Skylines"

[Verse 1: Dante' Spain]

Jet black skylines filled with city lights//

This where the sun rise, where Jets take flight//

This my first time, on the west side//

Palm trees really grow from the sunshine//

It doesn't rain, so I can pack light//

Still bring a hoodie, for them cold nights//

And I'm still reminiscing over Trayvon's life//

Southern California, on pacific time//

In dying need, of medical weed

Like where's the E-M-T?//

Free will like, the spare in the S-U-V//

Passport got stamps like E-B-T's//

Cause it's destined to live life overseas//

And cross borders to a Spanish speaking country//

Cuernavaca where Mayans did astrology//

Constellation sightings, my God I see//

Stars aligning, what's in the galaxy?//

Fallen stars?, Bermuda triangles?//

Triangle offence, with guardian angels?//

Crossroads to crossover like a broken ankle?//

Questions I ask myself looking out this glass window//

I pray for my enemies with rosaries//

I don't see how egos flare, when smoking weed//

Loud mouth ya cottonmouth speak a dry speech//

Cops book, the best sellers in the streets//

Them street dreams is over, the hustle never is//

I'm tryna be the grower, planting my feet in//

Hide your emotions, you so sensitive//

Through ya negligence, I ask myself this//

Who gone stick around?, who gon stay loyal//

Who gone up and leave, which snake gone uncoil?//

Who can't stand the heat, that makes bad blood boil?//

Who gone envy you, who gone enjoy you?//

Show you how to move in a room full of vultures//

On my ten toes, in All-Star converse//

I don't make noise, ugh, I'm very somber//

Keep a positive outlook, with the mantras//

Fallen stars?, Bermuda triangles?//

Triangle offence, with guardian angels?//

Crossroads to crossover like a broken ankle?//

Questions I ask myself looking out this glass window//