Letra de Poetically Correct
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 glareWhat 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 bikesSons 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 beatsTruth, 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