City of Angels (Los Angeles)

“South Central”
There’s smoke on the glass.
There’s strain on the street
There’s scar on the baby’s face.
Keep Driving, Baby, you are ripped at your grace.

“Beverly Hills”
There’s ten thousand-dollar purse in the window
There’s broken family in the heaven.
There’s wealthiest animal in hiding.
Keep Driving, Baby, enjoy your empty pleasure till dyin.

“Orange County”
There’s Peace in the Ocean
There’s American Dream in impossibility
There’s place without a friend
Keep Driving, Baby, live your life and grab your chain.

“Hollywood”
There’s dreamer in the apartment.
There’s trash in the spotlight.
There’s opportunity in the millisecond.
Keep Driving, Baby, smile with broken heart and wait to be hunted.