La ciudad de los ángeles

People call this place a mess
A city out of control
Too many divergent interests
A lack of unity or one goal

A place with unbreathable air
Everyone must have a car
If a Native American were around today
In this climate wouldn't get too far

On the news all talk of crimes
Stealing, murders, and drugs
Violence is it's middle name
So abundant are the thugs

Celebrities without any real talent
Known for sleeping with a mega-star
Or maybe a wealthy parent
Connections make them go far

And yet despite all the problems
A soft spot I have indeed
For the city of angels there
Getting nostalgic for that is for where I bleed

For even today when I visit
Even at the midnight hour
I still feel safe in the streets
And feel all of the area's power

The ability to relate to so many
With different foods, tastes, and styles
Cultural exchanges unlimited
A mosaic of colors and so many unique tiles

And of the music any that you like
Bossa Nova, baroque, reggaeton, and blues
Want it you can find it
Might even be mentioned on the news

I would take my junior high school teachers
Over any other "educators" I have known
When classes were in I was so in a zone
Influence so great for helping me grow

From Ms.Faulkner niece of the writer
Who was tough but so valued a student's best work
To Mrs.Klimes, who upon Lennon's death
Let me borrow his last record oh what a perk

To Mr.Irwin's intro to law
He had an extra card
Went to the same church as dad
So I was an angel even in the yard (as far as he knew)

Getting into sports
Racquet ball was first
But it was the orange round ball that me
Even today a powerful thirst

We had nicknames for each other
Me Moses Malone or Bob McAdoo
My favorite buddy was Magic
Laker fan all the way through

That first look from a girl
The girl that sought me out, Wendy was her name
I played it way too cool
Change I would if I could and kiss her in the rain

And then there was Joanne
To shy to ever talk to her
Seemed like anytime I say her legs
Everything became a blur

Finally Rachael, everyone saw me stare
Oh curves and she so filled out a dress
A friend embarrassed me with question
Was it because of her I was a mess!

Summers when baseball or basketball was in fashion
Seemed like we would play half the day
Come back listen to the radio
As if there wasn't any other way

So you will forgive me if I dissent
When L.A. is verbally torn apart
I am proud to be from that place
And say boldly that's where I got my start