California is dying.
Stars are recycling.
Streets are upheaved.
Clouds rule the sky.
The Sun is a no show.
Even the gangs don’t wanna bang.
Who’s fault is it?
Can a doctor help?
More weed?
Whatever the answer, I’m here.
Witnessing.
California is dying.
And I don’t know it to be true.
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