Fresh air, [*sigh*], it's 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 up on a variety

The sight moved my heart deep inside of me

I heard some cats rockin' mics

Saw mad stunts on BMX bikes

Sons and daughters standin' for their rights

A city scene lit well through the night

Tilted trucker hats with tats hittin' high hats

Pinstripe sellard suits, and that's the mad new truth

Distinct how we live it

Many members and only one spirit

Individualize, you're on the same side

Separated vehicles, huh, we still ride

Where we bring it from nice to gritty

Read the sign, kid: "Diverse City"