EastSide

‘Lots of sketchy faces and stray dogs roaming its streets

"Veteranos" holding a colt 45 in one hand and clenching their fist in the other
Inflicting pain on one another

See? This is the home of the sadistic and the mourners
Drug deals happening on Sierra streets corner

A neighborhood where the life expectancy is only 30
‘Cause everyone here is living life dirty

A neighborhood where the police never drive by
But it seems like every other week there’s another drive-by

A neighborhood where they don’t do no warning shots
So you better check yo’self before you get popped

A neighborhood conflicted with self inflicted pain
Causing some to go insane in the brain ‘till they get slain

It’s so restless it’ll leave you breathless

No law and order here just stick to the G code: see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

Cause it’s kill or be killed
Letting the gat hum is this neighborhood’s number one skill

Youth who are morbid and Psychotic
A product of their environment
In a trance, living the gang life that is very chaotic

You see it in the news, another black and brown body dressed in the blues
While another stained the concrete red-maroon
The sick vicinties be infested with street platoons

Wicked smiles and cynical chuckles everywhere you turn
‘For violence is what they yearn
To watch the bodies burn
Making your stomach churn

So heartless and scandalous, it’s known as the Eastside of Los Angeles