Summer in Oakland

Smoke to die.

smokey eyes.

Smoke to be how I idolize.

Adjust your eyes to get used to lies.

Summer days turn to homicides.

You warned me about my greed.

Do the deed.

I start to lead because of you.

Reveal my need to become new.

You plant the seed.

My teacher teach me what you know.

Can’t you see the flow.

See my lows.

Fix the soul.