North Camden Anthem

North Camden. Yeah. Say it from your chest. Uh.

Forever. Came up by tenth, had to hustle on the corner.

Walk down front, every step made me stronger. State Street stories, every block got

a name. From Gate to Grant, we were built in the flame.

Seated by the school, had to fight for respect. Pearl on my

wrist came from pain and neglect. Birch to Arry, we were kids with a plan.

Bailey, York, Vine, that's the map of who I

am. Yeah. This that North Camden anthem, say it loud.