La La Land, Man.
I can’t help it. I think it’s pretty instead of shitty.
All the stereotypes, the shmactors, the Jewish benefactors.
The Mexicans and the Mexicants,
The hippies, the gypsies and the common fake titties.
The fast cars, super stars, hole in the wall bars.
Godamn I love those crazy parts that look like Mars.
Dunno where the hell they get the hype,
the might, the firm, the film, the right type.
I guess it’s in the lime light.
But I like the smog and the flakes that make the dirty hoods.
Though they hate my dog, no one dances, and no one works,
it’s still all good.
Even though bums shit on the street in Westwood,
Not caring it’s supposed to be all whoop whoop with perks.
Still, oppportunity abounds in this giant tiny town.
Know what you want or it might take you down.
It’s not for everyone, but chill for a sec and take a hit.
If you like the fight, find a flight, take the plight,
Welcome to Los Angeles.
(That’s my rapper name. Jut kidding, but I’m KILLIN the “rhyme more” New Year’s Reso.)
(Photo courtesy of Giovanni Arteaga, Flickr)