No Gray Area I Will Be In California

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Nelson is an American rock band founded by singer/songwriters Matthew and Gunnar Nelson (twin sons of Ricky Nelson and Kristin Nelson). The band achieved huge success during the early 90s with their debut album After the Rain. The album featured the No. 1 hit "(Can't Live Without Your) Love and Affection" and also reached multi-platinum. more »

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I will be in California, at a beach out by the sand, 
With a surfboard in my hand, you can find me. 

Like I don’t keep the beef,
I’m not the butcher, I live in peace.
I’d rather walk on beaches by oceans, 
Than in the streets. 
I tack my name under bridges,
On concrete by homeless people,
Where Mr. Natty’s dread’s,
Gets depicted as Mona Lisa. 
Jamaican caps with dreadlocks to shred them, 
A Les Paul zipped in a soft bag to serenade them.
A rubber band on a clip board, the paperweight.
A book of papyrus and wire, 
With word I thought I’d say. 
Yeah, these words aren’t worth me speaking,
Especially when you’re working hard on your products, 
Products that keeps leaking. 
I’m poor so I can’t copyright, 
And I am stress out and I’m hungry, 
These are things that keep me up at night. 
So yeah, just stay observant, observant,
And maybe you can find me. 

I will be in California, at a beach out by the sand, 
With a surfboard in my hand, you can find me. 

What can I sell to people that give me nothing, 
But time and their loving, 
In line for these cyphers, these rhymes that I’m busting. 
They’re weighted, they’re wall souvenirs,
Their nickel plated.
I’m real because you can’t retract lies, 
Once they’ve been stated. 
The savoir does all of the judging, 
So who’s winning, the man in the moon, 
Or those wanting to know who’s in it. 
I sit back, legs kicked, to stare at them,
I smoke blacks, with Mr. Miller and Sam Adams. 
We are one, my truck pulls two tons,
Please believe that I said I would go green, 
And now I’m thinking where the trees at. 
If you’re here to bring more stress, 
I don’t need that. 
And if you’re trying to find me, yo,
Just ask them where the beach is at.
If you’re here to bring more stress,
I don’t need that. 
And you can find me, 
Just find out where the beach is at. 

I will be in California, at a beach out by the sand, 
With a surfboard in my hand, you can find me. 

Come join this whirlwind, 
Mr. Hippy Man and his Girlfriend,
Worked nine to five everyday,
Supported family all the way.
Kept their jobs, sold their Benz,
To support their Rasta friends,
Alsalam alaikum hard times,
I hope this venture makes it big. 
Let the world laugh now, 
My faith says my fate’s right.
Make it to that big screen,
Then oversight the limelight.
I will be a Tarhill and spearhead that Cupid man,
And I wouldn’t eat this Zatarain’s,
If I could get up out this sand. 
This is life, what’s the plan,
In time they will feel me.
Surfboards, I’ve got a few, dug in like horseshoes,
Meet me at the beach, I will sell you one, 
I’ll fit you right, I really need this money, 
So I can buy some food tonight. 
And you’ll find me, you come out to the beach,
By the boards, you will find me. 

I will be in California, at a beach out by the sand, 
With a surfboard in my hand, you can find me. 

I will be in California, at a beach out by the sand, 
With a surfboard in my hand, you can find me. 

I will be in California, at a beach out by the sand, 
With a surfboard in my hand, you can find me.

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