Inglewood/3 Lyrics

Imagine being born in a hospital whose doors open up right into a cemetery
How’s that for metaphor?
Living behind the jet strip, where women remove they clothes for tips
What was the alternative? How else they feed their kids?
A den for men that feel no love from block to block from blood to cuh
And when my dad walked through the door I ain’t remember who he was
I was 7, watching riots, while the neighbors rolled them tires
Down the street with Dayton rims
You watched the news, I lived in it
Look at the signs that say “black owned” so we gon leave that shop alone
Burning down the Burger King the ghetto coming back to take the throne
Then my brother came home bloody, he was trying to keep the peace
Now I hear a whole new meaning when they screamed “Fuck the Police!”

When you’re lost, I’ll find you through twilight in Baldwin Hills
When it’s dark, I’ll light you, a promise I will fulfill
Nothing’s wasted, moments graces, still my heart
When you’re lost, I’ll find you on the southside of Inglewood

I grew up in “A Different World” but had a thing for Latin girls
She said “I’m not Hispanic or Latina, I’m Mexican and that’s por vida”
Her uncle said “Boy I don’t like ya” so we would meet on Arbor Vitae
Because I can’t take you nowhere yet all I got is cancelled welfare checks
And I couldn’t cross the Lennox line, they’d whoop my ass every time I tried
Ambiguous with the light brown skin, “see I’m like you” I kept telling them
Even if you don’t believe me, when the cops come, they still beat me
La Cienega and Hill yeah that’s where my homeboy got killed
In the alley where they tried to shoot my moms
First time I ever thought to go grab a gun
So when y'all were learning violin, I was learning violence
And when all of yall were learning violin, I was learning violence

When you’re lost, I’ll find you through twilight in Baldwin Hills
When it’s dark, I’ll light you, a promise I will fulfill
Nothing’s wasted, moments graces, still my heart
When you’re lost, I’ll find you on the southside of Inglewood

Centinela hospital where I was born to die
That is of course as long as it don’t get too gentrified
Ain’t gotta waste no gas on travel
My corpse will be like ghetto cattle to catapult across the street to that same old cemetery

When you’re lost, I’ll find you through twilight in Baldwin Hills
When it’s dark, I’ll light you, a promise I will fulfill
Nothing’s wasted, moments graces, still my heart
When you’re lost, I’ll find you on the southside of Inglewood

Give me one reason to stay and I will, and I will, yes I will
I’ll put my fears on display, yes I will, yes I will, yes I will
You don’t want the best for me
You just want the rest of me

How bad, how bad do you want it, want it?
How bad, I’mma show you how to get it?
How bad, how bad do you want it, want it?
How bad, I’mma show you how to get it?

Run straight to the door away from all the things that you’ve been dying for
You really think they’re ever fuck with you? That’s a price you might pay, but you can’t afford
All I know is you can’t be sure. I’m married to the game like it’s mi amor
Go on and hurt once again with painful truths I might take another L, but I knew the score before
Cause you ain’t seen the last of me
I just want the world to see
You can fucking have it
How bad, how bad do you want it, want it?
How bad, I’mma show you how to get it?
How bad, how bad do you want it, want it?
How bad, I’mma show you how to get it?

You want it bad but you don’t really really want the
You want it bad but you ain’t really ready for the (TRUTH)
You want it bad but you don’t really really want the
You want it bad but you ain’t really ready for the (TRUTH)
You want it bad huh? (TRUTH) You want it bad huh? (TRUTH)
You want it bad huh? (TRUTH) How bad? (TRUTH)
You want it bad huh? (TRUTH) How bad? (TRUTH)
How bad? (TRUTH) How bad do you really want it?
How bad? (TRUTH) How bad do you really want it?