The Love for the Bay
Mad love for my home
Little do they know I will be all grown
But now I am on my own
I want to represent for all my friends alone
Singlehandedly, I want to make a difference for the better
But everyday I hear of stories of people getting splattered
There isn't a place like San Francisco
And there will be change
But without peace, love, and growth
There will not be a home for my own
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