Hills of The 805

Oh, oh
Bring me back to life
Here in the hills of the 805
Let me free my mind
Here in the hills of the 805

They say that hardship can make a man
But choice made in fear can break a man
And times like this, when I reminisce
On all the shit I missed can really change a man
When I'm struggling to find the words to write
All I got to do is look deep inside
And fuck the superstar shit
I can tell myself that every night
Why seek fame, when you got success?
Why seek attention, when you got respect?
Why waste time, when your time is next?
Yeah, my time is next
And now my visions manifest
But it all started in my head
Self medicated on rhyme therapy
And that shit had a butterfly effect
Cowards may survive the longest, but they live the shortest
They'll diminish our wins, but magnify our losses
But my pen is my anti-depressant
Count my blessings, and make that my essence
And know even the greatest of us had small beginnings

Oh, oh
Bring me back to life
Here in the hills of the 805
Let me free my mind
Here in the hills of the 805

Sensitive topics, from racial matters to false prophets
Spew propaganda, trying to fatten their pockets
Society's puppets whispering gossip
Their whispers turn to screams
Their screams turn to acts of violence
And the devil's feasting off the fears of the masses
Manipulating the entitled
Manipulating the dishonest
Creating his web of illusion
This idea that we are all divided
And it's obvious that things couldn't get any clearer
We can lie to the world, but can we lie to who we see in the mirror?
And I don't give a damn if you a president or a fucking janitor
In time the Earth will claim us back, nothing lasts forever
So whether you're a billionaire, or struggling just to breathe the air
The rest of our lives are defined by the choices we make right here

Oh, oh
Bring me back to life
Here in the hills of the 805
Let me free my mind
Here in the hills of the 805

We live in an age of Gucci Bags and microwave dinners
Looking down on all our friends, and up to famous strangers
Speak the truth and haters act dramatic like theater majors
But fuck it, the price you pay for leaving dreams is greater
And the one place where I can feel just a little more alive
Sitting here alone in the hills of the 805
I realize, just how many predators I've attracted
They're speaking at me in tongues, their demons are ignited
They know I'm learning to swim, while I'm still in the ocean
So they bait me with greed like the serpent in the Garden of Eden
But when you're always standing out, you got to stay outstanding
So the best I can do is show you the real me
Till the day I stop breathing

Oh, oh
Bring me back to life
Here in the hills of the 805
Let me free my mind
Here in the hills of the 805

Here in the hills of the 805
Oh God, hear my soul come alive
Here in the hills of the 805
Oh Lord, hear my soul come alive