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Chi-raq

Just cause they give you the rope to hang yourself doesn't mean you supposed to execute on call, see they started this all way back in the day, locking up Bobby Gore, lockin up Jeff Fort, locking up King Larry, and its scary cause now we see what happens when you cut the stinger off the scorpion, see the poison still exists even in its detached form, and now a coast up the skyway don't seem like the norm, see I was born into this right on the border lines, but i spent enough time in jewtown and all sides to see Mother Chi, See I never thought I would feel safer in the middle east than the midwest, I never thought I would be more comfortable in Iraq than Chi-raq, see I spent my time on LCACs driving in Marines, yet I get home and all I see are rocks and fiends and broken dreams, thats what you call a ghetto trifector, yet they sector us into segregation, this side got blacks, this side got mexicans, this side got ricans, but those up top are reapin the benefits of self gentrification, and I put it on Growth and Development nation I'm tellin the truth without fabrication, see the Chicago bullshit we facin aint got nothin to do with Derrick Rose its how these young cats making roses grow from concrete, blood is the new H2O, the spark from the barrel is the sunlight, and the blocks are ripe, which means its picking season and they pick off innocence one by one for no reason, and someone please give me a reason why its a team called the white sox when Im lookin thru the black blocks and these kids aint got no white sox, no good clothes, no well kept homes or no souls, caused its snatched from birth cause they feel their only worth is in the white, but that white will have em dressed in orange or buried in black, so when they still call us colored I can relate to that cause that there is fact, along with closing down the recs and the schools, hoping we turn into these pre notioned fools and boost the prison numbers, so that why i skipped math class and strictly focused on art cause the art of survival is a science they still cant figure out, it aint as simple as get off the bus and walk home, our video game is a modern day version of Sonic the hedgehog, were constantly on the run whether it be from the gun of the cop or the gun of that dealer who done posted up shop on the block you been living on for eighteen years but all of a sudden its his, and he dont recognize yo face so in this case, its two shots from twin glocks, this is the new sex on the block, one man, two glocks, thats a ghetto threesome, and now the ground and I have plans for a long lasting marriage, and its called........death
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