Walking down Saginaw Street.
I can hardly make it.
With all the ice beneath my feet,
I can barely feel a thing.
Now I'm heading down the block
and I'm starting to feel safe,
but I know I'm probably not.
Why do you stay in town?
Is it pride or are you just stubborn now?
So I'll keep asking around for anything going on downtown
On Saginaw,
the boarded up windows are
businesses that fell apart.
And fast forward fifteen years,
see police on every block
only for a mile down the street.
They forgot my friends
who got robbed twenty feet away
The police, they never come.
So I pointed to my palm and I said,
"This is the city where I'm from."
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