This is a song about "Local"

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

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

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

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

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

It's kali, catch me at your local legalize acid rally

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

At the local arcade, puttin my dick in the ace of spades

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this