This is a song about "Local"

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

Mommy found out i’m paying everybody bills

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

My whole is about to reshape, feel like im playin games at the local arcade.