Flintown
Location
(poems go here) "Crime ridden, blood sheds on my city's streets
America calls us thugs, drug dealers-my city
There are no fightfighters or police to protect us
We still love GM, even tho it has left us
We fight for the unemployed and lives thrown away
Youth scramble to survive the day
A mother cries, her son passes away
We've hit a Great Depression long before America did
Our Flint streets always losin' kids
this is my city-bad as it is.
But as crazy as my city is
for every person murdered after dark
someone's shootin 300 J's at the park
or artist paintin the Rock
Hardwood in the winter
City gyms packed for City wars in December.
The Journal disses our teams, then we hit State finals
810 loves it seems
ballers-Glen Rice, Andre Rison, Mo Cleaves.
My ciy is the hardest,always bright minds shinin through darkness.
My city-so real,Downtown lookin too pretty,
Flint,M.I-my home, my city."-Shaquille Hill