Northern California is one of my favorite places, and I miss it.
“Rock me hard at night, blaze me with dreams, through my day.
My thoughts splash in champaign, worries melt in San Fran Bay.
Micro blasts kept me away, as I grinded through skyscrapers of Chi.
In last chapter, I described that I’m good at picking air currents that rise.
I decided to realize that this world is all mine, without compromise.
So I’m not complaining about luck’s dice. It’s just that I miss Cali sunrise.
Cali love is my vice, I don’t care if they call it an addiction.
Word to the wise, know thyself to avoid self-crucifixion.
Doc filled out my prescription, and this high is a welcomed affliction.
It is my heaven’s depiction, and I wish that all girls were Cali girls.
Cruising sunset malls, to seeing sunset falls, instant dreams, instead of withered goals.
Freedom, through all hearts and souls, phone lights up with hottest party invites.
Like Ferrari headlights, my thoughts race through promises of 101.
Unsung or hotter than the sun, an artist or an artist turned to con?
My confidence is on, and what’s the difference between some tricks and dreams?
Depends which side you’re on. I’ve said before, nothing is just what it seems.”