The white hot summer Los Angeles Sun beats down on the young black corpse
The white hot summer Los Angeles Sun beats down on the floodway
The white hot summer Los Angeles Sun beats down on the young black corpse
Left for long and the shadows of the bridge will creep towards his toes
Mangled and strangled as a passerby peers down with a jolt of mortality
Let the blood flood and wash away this Los Angeles heat
El A water isn't cool enough