Imma 80's baby, born & raised in Sacramento, the "city of tree's" so its hazy and its shady.. 
As a generally correct stereotype everybody in Sac IS in my sac, on a sac, burnin' a bag, shootin a point, smokin a joint, blazin' a blunt, yiffin a lin-e-a, glass glowing, turning, twirling, and blowing, grams golden that Im holdin, tracing the magic marker over space ships, poppin bottles childproof lids, stick to the scripts, we pharm hard and embrace the delta breeze to clean out the mid nights fog, smoke signals the only signs I throw up, i stopped drinking years ago cuz id black out and still go stunt, woulda killed someone, by the Grace of God Im here, some one...
Sacramental state of being;,  besides Winter Wonderland its cold in the city streets, 
I showed y'all James in Spunderland, and I gave you, my heart, my thoughts , my dreams, my fears, I know Im getting closer, but will we be We when I bring in the closer... 
She Knows, she knows, I know she knows...
I Know, I swear I know...
 I could go on forever...        

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