Straight Outta The Holiday Inn

The city rises around my room
its rats better than its people
a solitary gangmember
risks his worthless life at the 7-Eleven
the rich suck ass up in the hills
where wildfires take their revenge
no real people live in Malibu
I draw the blinds in my room
the sun picks at the window
the tv blares that stupid America
has squandered everything good
that's ever come its way