You Are The Blood The Game

[Introduction: Sufjan Stevens]
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees

[Verse 1: Game]
One-nine seven-nine, that was the year California would go blind
My momma had a son, a fully automatic gun
Eleven pounds, seven ounces, Compton, here we come
My first night in my crib, I hear somebody screaming
A couple gunshots, then some tires screeching
My father reaching, what is he grabbing
He rolled me over in my crib just to get his Magnum
Is he a policeman, that's what I'm thinking
He can't be that because he do heroin and he be drinking
Chopping baby powder up on my momma's mirror
Mexican chicks in my kitchen cooking, looking just like Shakira
I'm in my high chair, they naked, this is rated R
Think I ain't paying attention cause you slide me a Gerber jar
Then my momma walked in with an orange box
I couldn't read what it said cause she leaned over and said

[Hook: Sufjan Stevens]
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
[Game]
And I can feel it in my heart
My mom said it from the start
That I would always be the reason blood's flowing
[Sufjan Stevens]
All through the soil and up in those trees