"Garbage Grove"
[here they come now, u see that? yep, both the crews, they look like
they gonna fight] we took this trip to garden grover it smelt like lou
inside the van. oh yeah. this ain't no funky reggae party, 5 dollars
at the door. it gets so real some time, who wrote my rhyme I got the
microwave got the VCR, I got the duece-duece in the trunk of my car,
oh yeah. if you only knew all the love that I've found, it's so hard
to keep my soul off the ground. you're a fool, don't fuck around with
my gad, all I see I steal. my folks don't understand, but in my mind
music from jamaica all the love I've found, pull over there's a reason
why mu soul's unsound it's you
it's that shit stuck under my shoe
it's the smell inside the van
it's my bed sheet covered with sand
sittin' through a shitty band
gettin' dog shit on my hands
gettin' hassled by the man
wakin' up to an alarm
stickin' needles in your arm
pickin' up trash on the freeway
feeling depressed everday
leavin' without making a sound
pickin' my dog up at the pound
livin' in a tweaker pad
gettin' yelled at by my dad
acting happy when I'm not
findin' roaches in the pot
all these things I do, here waiting for you