Windy City Prod By Sinima Beats by G0dking from Chicago United States

chi town, windy city, michael reese hospital,

1985, i was born, not civil.

wasn't sweet like robert taylor homes popsicles.

the way they use to pop pistols, where cops swindle,

on federal street that droved my pops mental.

life in chicago not simple.

when you black from your feet to your top temple.

the city of the beast where gangs throw up & drop symbols.

death in the field among crops crippled.

gated porches, high rise, remnants of your city, not with you.

no conscious when the pain is constant.

you know the consequences, that's nonsense.

chi raq city, its a killing contest.

the drama & the conflict.

no progress.

the projects created convicts.

let's be honest, uncle too strung out to keep a promise.

narcotics making you demonic, psychotic.

black bodies in the street, brains out, make you wanna vomit.

no where to go, so you turn islamic.

you stalling.

killed before your ing.

southside chicago lawless.

everybody wants to shine, stop hogging.

rest in peace to the stars fallen.

from my city to the coffin.

you only balling til the blood crawling.

til ya mama face wet like a dolphin.

the problem is the trigger finger itching often.

its awful & appalling.

our ancestors picking cotton.

we in the grave rotten.

killing each other for profit,

or nothing, be cautious.

make you sick & nauseous to see a black baby dead in the crossing.

i'm tired & exhausted from the losses.

wouldn’t it be awesome to see our kids blossom.

rise from the bottom, determined, not docile.

just being thoughtful.

the hustle can be hostile.

nothing but the facts, not a novel.

def ear to apostles.

no luck in the gospel.

i rather follow the black aristotle.

windy city sorrow.

happiness may i borrow.

may tomorrow chicago shine like apollo.

capone desperado.

nic mosley.