Fresh air, (sigh),

Is what I needed

I ventured through my door

Proceeded

Into the streets of this place

I had to lower my shades to shade my face

Still squinting from the glare

What I saw was unfortunately rare

I rolled upon a variety

The sight that moved my heart

Deep inside of me

I head some cats rockin mics

Saw mad stunts on BMX bikes

Sons and daughters

Standing for their rights

A city scene lit

Well through the night

Tilted trucker hats with tats

Hittin high hats

Pinstripe sellard suits

Invested mad beats

Truth

Distinct how we live it

Many members but only one spirit.



Individualized

You're on the same side

Separated verticals

Huh!

We still ride

Well we bring it from nice to gritty

Read the sign kid, Diverse City.