Take me to the place I love, Take back to Detroit, The place thats not above, Being held at gunpoint, The motor city, Gets down and gritty, Birthing boys that are shitty, Many gang no mystery, The city of nan rouge, Are chicks are bad boug, Gee, they are rude, But gets me in mood, You see, Red hot like chili pepper, Everyone know we better, Know our fits fly like feather, Carti glasses and jacket made of letter, Donna Sak, Al wassom, Cloths sound Latin, So much cappin, Like a sitcom what is happening, We advertise downtown like there no trapping, In the outskirts those birds keep flapping, The city that made me, Probably would slay me, But I want them to craze me, I don’t want them to fade me, I know mind your own, You get left alone, Never ever snitch, Or you’ll forever be in a ditch, There code in the streets, That even the school teach, Be mindful when you speak, Be Southwest T not meech, Take me to the place I love, Take back to Detroit, The place thats not above, Being held at gunpoint, I have mixed emotions, About all the commotion, Not as many crack head, Cause now the needle they poking, Pot is legal so everyone ones smoking, There tragedy, In comedy, Everyone joking, But at the end of the day I keep hoping, For the Detroit my grandparents were promoting, The prosperous city with the automotion #bmfeature #bmheat #bmgrind #rockout #redhotchillipeppers