Baggage Flint
Walking down Saginaw Street
I can hardly make it
With all the ice beneath my feet
I can barely feel a thing
So 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
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”