In My Head - King Leon

I don’t know how to start this

Fuck it

Dear diary, my very first installation

The sun ain’t glowing too hard, despite L. A's winter

I see some new kids on the block, though new ones come every week

This time they kicked that old nice lady up the block for some fee

You know the nice one who would come greet the fam every day

From my way to school

Now there’s a horizontal fence in its place

Seems like this is the new agenda for hoods

Yuppies and the new rich kids givin me dirty looks

Like I’m the invader here

Like I need to disappear

Like that little ol' lady’s a nuisance to everyone here

Just pack your bags and take the cash, cash out on all of your dreams

Because this little ol' hood of yours will be a place for me

Despite the crying and the screaming, and the shots of guns in the evening

Who could’ve thought the answer relied on displacing people?

So will I ever see the people I called family again?

I don’t know, maybe a sip of coffee’s the trick

There I go thinking again

Of all the lost time that I spent in my head

Where I can go and trot in the sand

And the pattering rain turns to waves in a flash