If I lived in The Bay

I'd live day by day

In Atlanta

New York

or Maine.

But, you see, in L.A.

There's no time to play.

In college, I work every day

Just to stay.

And deep in my head

The demons lay dead

But their corpses still reek of

Sweat and Tears.

Because here, in L.A.

There's a price to pay

With blood and hard work

That drive some to face their fears.