O-O-Oakland

The place I lay my head,

I call it Oakland.

My home, I represent that.

He’s mean when he takes away my friends.

He’s nice when he brings everyone together.

Sometimes he’s outgoing,

and other times his quiet.

He’s a good hard-working man,

bring people from all over the bay,

to share a little kin spirit.

As much as I love him,

I want to get away,

learn from another.

Don’t be upset,

I will always remember where I lay my head.

Oakland.