My City Lyric Common ONE DAY IT'LL ALL MAKE SENSE

This the city of Chicago
The state of confusion
The style I'm using is
free
Or at least it would be if my mind was
Peep I'm behind cause
I
didn't handle my function while in high school
Although I was cool
The
hood I live in ain't that proper
Cause a cop a stop ya
And have you at a
hundred and eleventh before you can say not guilty
I'm not filthy
Nor am
I rich
Ain't that a bitch
Like life is
Not your wife is
See that
your better halve
Do your math
And peep that two halves make a whole

And all I have to hold
Is my self pride
So these streets I strive

Like a Black Panther
Asking can the
situation get much worst
All
I do is try to appeal to the masses
As the phrase keep it real passes

The teeth of too many phoney individuals
Snakes, that smooth like
criminals
They create chemicals
That the Earth hate
Doing their
damndest to decrease my birth rate
I'd settle for lesser knowing I'm worth
wait
Or at least my weight in precious gems
So I'm steadily steadly
steadly
Trying to lose my religion, like R E M
Created in His own image
so are we him?
And through all this crises
Shid(Shit) I wonder where
Christ is
Well he damn sure not in K town or the wild hundreds
Where
they broadcast G.D. till the world blow-up
And Stone run it
Hunted by
police for display in state vile cages
Come out to make minimum wages

And with a desiese that are contagious
It is fucking outrages
The
amounts of Black and Brown they lock up
But the Most High encourages me to
put the glock up
And Stock up on do for self knowledge
A brother
couldn't afford to go to collage
So I had to learn form the school of hard
knock
On the hard blocks of the Chi
Even I, think about moving out to
River Oaks
As my liver soaks
In mad Hennesy
Cause I got a bad
tendency
To do a lot of drinking
Now I do a lot of thinking

Blinking, was your third eye
When you heard I
was one of the chosen
one
Industry doors keep closing
(sing) Watch the closing doors

Niggas want a record deal
But can they deal with a record?
Cause
once they get rich
They tend to switch
Like a sissy
Please miss me

With all that bullshit you popping
This knowledge I'm gonna keep
dropping
Even if you had one of them red octagon
Motherfuckers say Mylik
how you make your living?
I say by breathing oxygen

 

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