(Christopher Stewart, Terius Nash, Thaddis Harrell)

It's so sad what we have become
The beautiful days we seem to leave so undone
And I don't know where we'll go from here
All I know is that I can't see the sun through the sky from here

Everyone has a finger
But they can't point me to the light
He can't be that hard to find
After all we're so bright

I don't know if tomorrow has a day
I don't know if the rays will shine my way
All I know is that I'm standing in a place where
My future looks like the skies of L.A., skies of L.A.

Skies of L.A.

I don't know if my body can take much more
We're in the land of the richest riches
But my mind seems so poor

Everyone has a finger
But they can't point me to the light
It shouldn't be that hard to find
After all we're so bright

I see so many visions
But everyone seems out of sight
This is total neglection

Skies of L.A.
My future looks like the skies of L.A.