Name: SoCal by BigDroops
Duration: 2 min 40 s
Description: sharing recordings in progress...im going back to prison friday August 7 2015..they gave me 5 years...thanks for the litens and folows share with evrybody gracias.

Nicely done Droops . I never heard this one 

when's he supposed to be out he my homie Alex's cousin

sharing recordings in progress...im going back to prison friday August 7 2015..they gave me 5 years...thanks for the litens and folows share with evrybody gracias.

SoCal

[Verse 1]
Dumb shit buzzing in my ear but I’m muting the noise
It’s my birthday, I deserve some peace and some joy
Been through hell, been through storms, been left alone in the rain
So today I’m wearing sunlight over scars and pain
Don’t come at me with your drama, don’t come at me with lies
I’ve been swallowing thunder just to light up my sky
Tried to break my spirit, tried to poison my name
But I turned all that bullshit into fuel for the flame
Every candle on this cake is a war I survived
Every ache, every breakdown is the reason I’m alive
If you ain’t here to lift me, then you’re dragging me down
So I’m cutting off the dead weight, watch me rule my own crown

[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t get to fuck up this moment for me
You don’t get to drain my energy
It took everything just to stand my ground
Now I’m rising up while the lights spin around

[Chorus]
Leave me the fuck alone, it’s my day to celebrate
I made it through the darkness, I outplayed the hate
Don’t step on my moment, don’t poison my space
I earned this smile on my goddamn face
Leave me the fuck alone, I’m claiming what’s mine
Another year stronger, perfectly aligned
If you bring bad vibes, you’re instantly declined
It’s my fucking day and I’m feeling divine

[Verse 2]
Used to beg for respect, used to beg for a seat
Now the ground that I walk on bows under my feet
I don’t need your approval, don’t need your control
I pulled myself together when I was broken in half and cold
Your words tried to haunt me, tried to live in my head
But I buried that bullshit every time that I bled
Now the bass is my heartbeat, the crowd is my choir
And my future looks bright like a goddamn fire
No more tears for the clowns who laughed when I fell
I made heaven from the hell you tried to sell
So if you see me glowing, just know the truth
This is pain turned power, this is bulletproof

[Bridge]
I’m still healing, still learning, still breaking old chains
But tonight I’m a king in the middle of flames
Pour a drink for the version of me that almost quit
Then raise your hands for the one who never did
If I’m loud, it’s because I’m free
If I’m wild, it’s because I’m me
No leash on my neck, no cage for my soul
Another year older, but I’m in full control

[Final Chorus]
Leave me the fuck alone, it’s my day to celebrate
I survived that storm standing at my own gate
Let the music hit hard, let the whole world shake
I’m alive, I’m breathing, I’m wide the fuck awake
Leave me the fuck alone, I don’t owe you shit
This happiness is mine and I’m living in it
Blow the candles out, watch me rise in the smoke
It’s my fucking day, and I’m finally woke

[Outro]
Another year, another level unlocked
Still standing, still blazing, still hard as fuck
No one can take this moment away
It’s my birthday… and I’m here to fucking stay

It’s My Fucking Day

They built the bridges, paved the roads, Raised the children, carried the loads. But now they’re parked in rusted beds, While the system counts its corporate threads.

Retirement’s a word that should mean peace, But it’s become a slow release. We lock them down, we dim their light, And call it care while we steal their right.

But space? Space is the answer we missed, A place where gravity doesn’t twist. Where old bones float, and pain lets go, And dignity returns in zero-G flow.

No stairs, no strain, no aching knees, Just orbital grace and cosmic ease. We build for them, not just the young, And the doctrine speaks in every tongue.

Float them home, don’t let them fade, They earned the stars with every trade. Retirement ain’t death—it’s design, And the future must honor the aging spine.

We treat the old like they’re past tense, But they hold the wisdom, the consequence. They know the cycles, the hidden cost, They remember what the world has lost.

So we build in orbit, not just for thrill, But to give the elders back their will. Not luxury—but rightful place, A sanctuary carved in space.

This ain’t utopia—it’s overdue, A species promise long past due. We build for grace, not just for speed, And meet the elders’ deepest need.

They float, they rest, they teach, they shine, And the doctrine realigns the line. We don’t discard—we elevate, And retirement becomes a cosmic state.

Float them home, don’t let them fade, They earned the stars with every trade. Retirement ain’t death—it’s design, And the future must honor the aging spine.

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