Dear diary,

There is this b*tch named L.A., ripping my soul and bleeding my heart, but I’ve never been in love with nothing else and more than this city of excess. That hoe wants to break down anyone setting a foot on its ground, and I’d let her do that to me, because my heart is bleeding for L.A.

Because my heart is nothing more but enslaved to its fake flashing lights, shallow people, dirty money. I had a dream I was making it, and found God on my way back home, and home was a villa in the Valley, and from up there I could see that city of Angels shining like diamonds.

I was sweating dollars, had that L.A. crass, got back at those f*ckers who told me i could achieve nothing… Well now, no one could tell me nothing ! I wouldn’t listen nothing. I was living in my twisted fantasy, life meant shit to me, I would never come down from that piece of heaven I bought me. This was my life, this was my night, and those piece of shit were done to me.