Welcome to Los Santos, chrome sky on fire,
palm trees sway like dancers on a live high wire.
Lowrider heartbeat bumps through the tar,
every shadow got a rap sheet, every star rides hard.
Sirens sing gospel down Del Perro drain,
dope boy choir harmonize the hunger and pain.
Neon saints on the liquor-store glass,
bless the hustle, the rustle, the blast.
Sunset bleeds gold on a cracked billboard,
dreams sold cheap, still we want more.
Roll the dice, hit the strip, let the ocean mist hiss—
in this city of angels, even devils blow kisses.