City of Angels / Demon of Destruction

Look, all this shit better pay off in the end
I ain’t staying up til 3AM everyday with a pen
Just to wake back up with 7 with my head aching again
And have to get ready for work and then begin faking a grin, nah
I’m working harder than anybody I know
And I don’t mean no disrespect but it’s getting harder
To show the happiness I displayed like everyday back before
Cause I can hide it pretty good, I always keep it on the low
But I feel I’m gonna bust outta the seams
I feel like nothing’s happening and it’s crushing all my dreams
I always dream of waking up in a crib with white curtains
Opening to a view of the city and I got no problems even
If I be thinking still, I got a few dollars
Maybe like even 50 mill, my family healthy, whip clean
Woman bad, got a Grammy shelf with 16 other plaques
Then I awaken and still ain’t nothing changes
I’m in hell, that’s way far from the City of Angels
I go to turn on a song to make me feel a little safer
But I keep hearing this same evil song on all of the stations
I try to switch it but the force keeps taunting me
I turn it off but that voice still haunting me
I don’t know what’s going on but it’s possessing my soul
Man, this is how that little song goes