This is a song about "Local"

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

As far as some know, this man's woe was just a local uncommon pun

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

When im home i try to reinforce laws using brutal force, rap without remorse, rap is my source,

Skipped school for public battles, to see our local mc to spit on sidewalks//

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

15 years old im colder then the ice thats laced in the local night skating rink,

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp