Underestimated woods continued

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 The woods were green, the life was slow, A bear in wheels, that's all I know. Squirrel so fast, a furry blur, Adventure called, a rising stir. "Detroit," he cried, "a brand new stage!" Escape the pines, a turning page.

Then Gotti came, an eagle bold, A city whisper, stories told. "You're woods legends," Gotti sneered, "But Motor City's something feared." Squirrel, excited, chirped with glee, "A bodyguard, that's good for we!"

"Detroit's a crazy dream," he squawked, But in his eyes, a game un-talked. I puffed my smoke, considered well, A partner's help, could break the spell. "Welcome aboard," I rumbled low, "To chase the music, watch us grow."

 So off we went, a motley crew, Through highways long, beneath the blue. Squirrel on trucks, a tiny fright, Gotti above, a watchful flight. Each mile we gained, a hopeful stride, Leaving the woods, the past, behind. The city rose, a concrete maze, A thousand horns in a hazy daze. Skyscrapers tall, a metal gleam, A different world, a vibrant dream. Squirrel was buzzing, eyes so wide, Ready to run, no place to hide.

"Stick close," I warned, "this ain't the creek, Where safety hides, and dangers sleep." But in my soul, a fire burned, For city sounds, lessons learned. This grit, this grind, this urban beat, Da Movement came, to claim the street.

 We call ourselves da movement, We are here to take the world, With our talent and our show. We are here to move the world, We move with our sound, We make sure we entertain.

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