Toby Mac - Poetically Correct lyrics

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