Little California from Action Figures by Gross Angel

Angela had a little boy at 15
California Mexican American dream
It's a good day if she don't get beat
But things got too tripped out family had to leave

My first memories playing Sonic on my Genesis
Landing Bicycle kicks and stacking tetrises
Get up in , trees Everytime I got the chance
Still scarred , from when I got impaled by a branch

Things was getting hectic so the family had to burn
Like rebirth , Came to Texas in the firebird
Just The clothes on our backs , Bringing Cleo the cat
I was in the backseat laid across my tias laps

Lakers colors , I don't even watch but got a rep
Had to jump on the concrete if I got caught on the bed
Making Cali tamales as big as our heads
Sunday mornings getting barbacoa and big red

Raised tough on that California Love
we had a roof above and a plate every day that's enough
Grandma always pray that I wouldn't end up in the cuffs I was still under rage first time I stood in front of judge

Playing stolen games en la Noches
Gotta watch out for them Big flying roaches
In class couldn't focus , they said I was hopeless
Don't waste time hating on me I won't even notice

Moving down to Texas , now we riding slow
On an island , little California was our home
Necio, West Coast is what we know
Sitting on the couch playing my 6 - 4

Covered in the dirt and the scraps, like im mad Max
I'm the sandman , Dropping bombs like I was gap band
All these Rat traps , back stab like the predacons
As soon as I could reach the mower handles I would cut the lawn

I was watching sesame Street when she took me
To the back room push my head down like a noogie
She made a monster stuffing all my damn mouth with the cookies
If life's a simulation I'll be in a hologram Hoodie -'

Mama dragging me to church every weekend
house calls to pray away the weakness
You could hear us down the block breaks screeching
Went from a Monte Carlo to a Lincoln

Grandma kicked my mama out the house again
She's the one that thought me about self empowerment
Late night hours when when my thoughts getting ugly
A Young me accepting that my father never loved me

playin DnD with the magic artillery
Grandma has 5 kids to feed thats real wizardry
Grew up in a house found before electricity
Same hands hitting me made beautiful calligraphy

They tried to belittle me , but I don't fold
On an island, Little California was our home
Necio, West Coast is what we know
Sitting on the couch playing my 6 - 4

West Coast to the Dirty , south riding slow Best smoke , learn to count , Playing dominoes
Shut ya mouth boy , Hurry now , Vamanos Chasing magic leafs , not with a pot of gold


Have you ever felt alone ?
Reading comic books , I was drawing up my own
Before flipping soul like deals with mephisto
I'll be sitting on the couch playing my 6 4

• Boombap
• Chip Hop
• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Nerdcore
• San Antonio