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letra de los angeles - jerome arp

i can’t speak for you mother f-cker, i know that i am somebody n0body could do what i do mother f-cker, i know the world needs me i didn’t serve honorably in the military, so then my only opportunity was to become subservient to thee that or risk it all so i could then spend all my ends on a lawyer and commissary, they couldn’t make it make any sense to me and i grew tired of demonstrating my humility, only get fired after i’d get hired, so i became just a liability
too angry to really trust me, couldn’t be happy to grow fat on charity i was done with improvising a way for me to become warm in the middle of february just a loser with no tomorrow, a hikikomori with nowhere to go, same old story, i got a taste for glory
found my voice, plantin’ my legacy it was to otb and then off to the casino to drink some more free coffee only placed a bet so i could sit, then the jackpot hit, last they’d see me, bought a greyhound ticket ready for the rest, when i’m where it’s best, with nothin’ to lose i could only become a winner or just enjoy an endless summer, where fates change and rearrange, open 24-hours, a place that was designed for play
probably only a week, or maybe a day i should’ve stayed but night after night, you know the place really starts to have it’s way
my sin was more like grand larceny or maybe a b n e in a city of takers i was magic johnson on the lakers it was good and proper r n r to indulge like a dark star, but then i took it all just a little too far, so it was time for me to go to los angeles get out, get out get out, get out get out get out it was a 6 hour trip, a 6 hour trip, a 6 hour trip
i touched down at 7th & maple feellin’ like i was marvis staple but to skid row i was headed first person i didn’t know but he acted like i did though, he wanted to smoke leaf, i said no, he bummed a cigarette and told me about general relief, power amongst the houseless, it was the belief aluminum was 1.69 a pound that’s about .42 cents where i’m around i wasn’t invisible but i thought i was invincible
recycling, they threw grass away, can you really blame me, saw the pacific ocean and nothing since quite as pretty it washed away all my fear, i wanted to sleep by the pier but as soon as i closed my eyes, i was told i couldn’t be anywhere near there
accidently walked to venice beach, it was then i knew i would find no peace, beasts off their leash, residents without a lease no one walks in la, so no one was in my way, i didn’t want a thing, i was ready to pay-to-play bit-by-bit by the bug, the feeling was the drug only deeper it dug, had to become legit because now i could never quit
full of venom i fell into a pit, perfect stage for a viper and like a sniper it was back to a rooftop, but i was just makin’ hip-hop and i didn’t stop until it was me on a sunday at the whisky with kid frost and lighter shade of brown at the sunset strip
just like cozmo kramer, i thought i’d really made it in this town, i think that was the time that the devil came around i don’t blame you for answering the call, but its by the wayside that you’re at risk to fall i was in la weekly, i thought, as it should be but now i’m dressed in blue, they said this is the place for you, in-processing in the county of…
los angeles get out, get out get out, get out get out get out
didn’t realize for what i was asking, it would be war ever-lasting no one was gonna play fair, looks like the dream turned right into a nightmare
put up a wall in front of what i was approaching to stop me from what i was encroaching they would never see, they would never hear, they won’t believe me someone got stabbed or supposedly, thought i might be set free at the preliminary, but then the victim pointed his finger at me, now i’m at a place with people just as dangerous as me
it’s at my side, a p-ck-rwood told me if it’s not white, it’s not good, had to become an ab, at least temporarily to practice assimilaty, a bizzarro civility
now i had to survive by any means necessary i guess that’s what i get for comin’ to this city, that’s a fertile womb for some to live fully, but never have me, an aberration and the perfect specimen
not just rejection, but totalitarian annihilation
the irony wasn’t lost on me, how i grew up, only to be her abortion get out, get out get out, get out get out get out

- jerome arp

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