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”