Poetically Correct

Toby Mac

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 sheild 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 vehicles
Huh!
We still ride 
Well we bring it from nice to gritty 
Read the sign kid, Diverse City.
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