"Born where the amber waves meet the steel mills’ hum,
Kokomo’s heartbeat—clank, clank—where the first lights came.
Electric veins in ’99, lit up the night,
Grandma’s porch tales, ‘Boy, we built this right.’
First gas pump on the corner, ‘Fill up, stay strong,’
But the streets taught me more than the history books got wrong.
Hoop dreams at the Rec Center, cracked asphalt dreams,
Mamas workin’ doubles at the factory seams.
We ain’t got mansions, but we got grit in our veins,
City of Firsts—we the first to break chains."
"City of Firsts—where the streetlights first kissed the sky!
From the reservoir to the railroad tracks, we rise.
Ain’t no handouts, just calloused hands and pride,
Kokomo’s my roots—where the pioneers collide."
"Learned to hustle where the Kokomo Glass once blew,
Uncle’s hands stained blue, ‘Ain’t no easy way through.’
Middle school fights in the Sycamore halls,
But we stuck together—thick as the factory walls.
First hybrid car rolled off the line, ‘We innovate,’
But the real revolution? Us survivin’ the weight.
Mama worked the line, Daddy fixed the brakes,
We the first to dream when the world said, ‘Stay in your place.’
Now I’m spittin’ flames where the first sparks flew,
Kokomo’s my compass—north, south, east, west, I’m true."
"Firsts ain’t just history—they’re in our DNA,
From the first lightbulb to the first kid to break away.
We the trailblazers, the ones they forgot to name,
But we built this city—brick by brick, flame by flame."
"Shout to Kokomo—where the firsts never stop.
From the steel to the streets, we the heartbeat of the crop.
City of Firsts? Nah—City of Forever…
‘Cause we still buildin’, still climbin’, still together."
