Oakland Freeway Sideshow

Oakland nights, where the smoke meets the stars and the asphalt screams for glory.

Box Chevys spinning, rims scraping, sparks flying like diamonds in the California dark.

From the ghetto to the greatness, we hustle under the green freeway signs and skyline.

The Town stays hype, flags waving high as the culture takes over the

concrete jungle. Real Oakland soul, unbothered by the world, just spinning until

we find our way out. This is our home, our legacy,

written in rubber and smoke on the I-880.