Groove City

Groove City, is what I love about you, so pretty, the dirt that you ensue,
Well my mind is filled with all these exotic places, places I may go,
But my heart knows there’s only one place, that always will be home.
What I get from you, is kinda hard to explain,
It’s more than just a sense of belonging,
What I’ve always known, that this will be my home,
As long as Colombo keeps on grooving, keep on grooving,
Like this.
Groove city, filled with pollution and grime,
So gritty, all this political crime,
But what I love about this place, though it gets be gets me down once in a while,
That I can step on out, walk about or chill on down on whatever gets me high.

(Writer's thoughts here)