Midnight Lowride Chronicles

(hummmm) Midnight on the boulevard,

chrome under moon stain

Thirteen on the block,

still small in a grown man scene Old heads on the milk

crate said move quiet,

keep it clean Nico's by the corner,

blue cans in a black backpack Fat caps for the rooftop run,

one lookout on the train track Boyle Heights taught codes that the

school bell never gave How to read a face,

hold your ground, keep a friend from a grave Helicopters cut the

dark while we slid in a stolen ride Boulevard shining on the

hood, fear and pride side by side Crusado Lane in my chest,

every driveway got a story Fast money made boys grin till the

handcuffs killed the glory Warehouse show downtown,

sweat dripping through the walls Same kids from the alley now grabbing

live mics in packed halls Ride slow through the night,

L.A. know our name Hands on the wheel,

still dancing with the flame Ride slow through the night,

hold the code, no shame From the yard to the stage,

we the same, we the same Valley yard after dark,

steel lines singing under feet Spray on my fingers,

black tee carrying the smell of the street Tag banging on the

rooftop, heart beating time with the chase One boy slipped on the

ledge, all of us froze in place Older homies gave game,

said loyalty costs when it's real A handshake can save your life,

one lie can get you peeled Knitting Factory backstage,

smoke thick in a narrow room Legends nod from the couch while

the crowd downstairs goes boom Street education hit harder than a test

in a classroom row Learned the price of ambition every time them

spotlights glow Brotherhood in the static,

paranoia tucked in the grin Trying to make art from the pressure

and the wars we was in

Sirens in the distance,

still the boulevard calls Some made it to the mic,

some names stay on the wall We carry every lesson when the

summer air gets thin L.A.

in the rearview and the night pulls us in Ride slow through

the night, L.A. know our name Hands on the wheel,

still dancing with the flame Ride slow through the night,

hold the code, no shame From the yard to the stage,

we the same, we the same Chrome fade on the curb while

the skyline leans low

If you know that road,

then you know how them nights go (yeah)

L.A., ride