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Fresh air, ah, is what I needed
I ventured through my door, proceeded
Into the streets of this place
I had to lower my shades to shield 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 heard some cats rocking mics, saw mad stunts on BMX bikes
Sons and daughters standing for their rights
A city scene scene lit well through the night
Tilted trucker hats with tats, hitting high hats
Pinstripe sellard suits, invested mad beats
Truth, distinct how we live it
Many members and 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