Flint - Baggage

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.»