Poetically Correct

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"