I grew up in a place called Sallad 1000 degrees and on me it was just like Dallas

Crabs in a barrel or a bucket got me feeling like fuck it

I don't even want to touch it touchy subject

I grew up in a place called Sallad where the hate really louder than the love and we don't give a fuck

And if it was up to us there wouldn't even be us like where that leave us the city or the slums or the grave just because

It be hot in my city like 1000 degrees but it's nothing to me in this place called Sallad

It's stars in the sky and they won't wait to slide either dead or alive they won't love you till you die

And that's the reason why but that's a touchy subject

Man I love Sallad

I grew up in a place called Sallad 1000 degrees and on me it was just like Dallas

Crabs in a barrel or a bucket got me feeling like fuck it I don't even want to touch it touchy subject

I grew up in a place it's not a state it's a island off in the Jungle the Gorillas be wilding

We was young **** fell in love with the violence

Told them I had a dream **** found it went and drowned it

We was young **** fell in love with the sirens

We was young **** so lost you couldn't find us

Lost so many **** fucked around and changed the climate