Ville is in my blood
Pardon if my talk don’t match my manners, I’m just hood
Where I’m from that’s standard that’s on everything I love
Someone told me xion. you a flower, Time to bud
But first you gotta go back to your roots, I’m from the mud
Where I’m from don’t be a stranger
Streets is filled with black'n'milds and now&laters
Liquor stores we decorate cuz gangster’s just a painter
Talent all around me every thug could be an entertainer
If they wasn’t toting bangers
Packin’ heat and middle fingers
Sometimes I had to take the bus instead of walking home
Wasn’t that dangerous you just gotta know to speak the language
Don’t be a walking stain, my city full of innovators
Sometimes I might just start to waver
Bloom St. was written by Zion Ahmad Jackson.