To Live And Die In Denver

As I write this day, PLENZING 4-4-2014…

Every time you are away KIMI…
The church people come today–
I cower downstairs…
I have had my second, one great idea…

Margie looked at me, coming from the bathroom,
She wondered what I did down stairs here,
In the basement where I found KIMI…
Where KIMI found me, down here in Denver…

In the past I looked hot in my underwear,
But this morning I just looked dirty,
Barefoot, strange and sketchy,
And I felt the same…

I wonder why in Denver…

If I let my self go, to where I just don’t know?
Maybe I can go out down the river?

I either swim or I die, and I can’t get away…
I can’t get away…
Just to keep telling KIMI,
Why she tells me how my freedom slips away?

KIMI, KIMI, KIMI…

KIMI why do we live alone here?
KIMI why do we spend these nights together?

In every word that you say KIMI…

I wonder why we live alone here,
To live and die in Denver,
I can’t get away…

To Live And Die In LA Lyrics

In the heat of the day
Every time you go away
I have to piece my life together
Every time you’re away
In the heat of the day
In the dark of the night
Every time I turn the light
I feel that God is not in heaven
In the dark of the night
The dark of the night

I wonder why I live alone here
I wonder why we spend these nights together
Is this the room I’ll live my life forever
I wonder why in LA
To live and die in LA

I wonder why we waste our lives here
When we could run away to paradise
But I am held in some invisible vice
And I can’t get away
To live and die in LA

If I let myself go
And for where I just don’t know
I’d maybe hit some cold new river
That led out to the sea
An unknown sea
I’d either swim or I’d drown
Or just keep falling down and down
I think its that, that makes me quiver
Just to keep falling down
Down, down, down

I wonder why I live alone here
I wonder why we spend these nights together
Is this the way I’ll live my life forever
I wonder why in LA
To live and die in LA

In every word that you say
I feel my freedom slip away
I feel the bars come down around me
And I can’t get away
I can’t get away

I wonder why I live alone here
I wonder why we spend these nights together
Is this the room I’ll live my life forever
I wonder why in LA
To live and die in LA
I wonder why we waste our lives here
When we could run away to paradise
But I am held in some invisible vice
And I can’t get away
To live and die in LA

I can’t get away
To live and die in LA
I can’t get away
To live and die in LA
I can’t get away
To live and die in LA
I can’t get away
To live and die in LA

And then there is the the 2PAC poem…

(feat. Val Young)

[Dominique] Street Science, you’re on the air [static]
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac’s new one? [static]
[Man responds] I love Tupac’s new record [static]
[Dominique]
Right, but don’t you feel like that creates [static]
a tension between East and West? [static]
He’s talking about killing people [static]
I had sex with your wife and not in those words [static]
but he’s talking about I wanna see you deceased [static]

[Intro: Makaveli]
No doubt… to live and die in LA
California — what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun and everybody got love

[Verse One: Makaveli]
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for the cash so it’s hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasing
Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted about it
Nigga got smoked by a fiend, trying to floss on him
Blind to a broken man’s dream, a hard lesson
Court cases keep me guessing, plea bargain ain’t an option now,
So I’m stressing, cost me more to be free than a life in the pen
Making money off of cuss words, writing again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset liking the scene
What’s the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell
To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing

[Chorus: Val Young]
To live and die in LA, it’s the place to be
You’ve got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see
[repeat 2X]

[Verse Two: Makaveli]
It’s the City of Angels and constant danger
South Central LA, can’t get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggas getting three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can’t cry
’cause it’s on now, I’m just a nigga on his own now
Living life Thug style, so I can’t smile
Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinking Cali just fun and bitches, ha ha ha
Better learn about the dress code, B’s and C’s
All them other niggas copycats, these is G’s
I love Cali like I love woman
’cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him
We might fight amongst each other, but I promise you this
We’ll burn this bitch down, get us pissed
To live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Makaveli]
’cause would it be LA without Mexicans?
Black love brown pride and the sets again
Pete Wilson trying to see us all broke, I’m on some bullshit
Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw — MLK
Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way
Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood
But recognize and it’s all good, where the weed at?
Niggas getting shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker perved out, M.O.B.
Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, with a ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggas with me, OFTB
They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too
Big Rock got knocked, but this one’s for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hoping it pay
Getting high watching time fly, to live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Makaveli]
This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumping my shit
Making my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, he he
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real motherfuckers
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all you all motherfuckers
LA, California Love part motherfucking Two
Without gay ass Dre