Chiraq "the land where blood flows along its river banks"

Chiraq, America’s murder capital an abstract sounding similarly named urban war zone to Iraq "the land along the banks of rivers"                            
a land looted and plundered, and left in shambles by American bombs and psychopathic mercenary blackwater madmen    
where broken muslim devotees prayers to allah go unanswered amid the mayhem and rocky rubbles stained with blood    
here in the Chiraq, there are no Saddam Hussein's to gas oppressed and discontent American negro citizens  
   
no sir in this city, corrupt politicians line their pockets with blood money from the sales of illegal guns, racketeering, embezzlement, money laundering, prostitution rings and narco trafficking              
secretly claiming yet outwardly boasting they’re making a killing with Certificates of Deposits, Roth IRA’s and Real Estate Investments  
   
in the Chi, the streets are not paved with precious metals such as silver, diamonds and gold                               
instead the only precious metals found are the ones taken from the mouths, necks and wrists off the dead caucuses of slain black men                              
the American dream has forever been an American nightmare, in the Chiraq there are no safe streets, am or pm              
               
life here is mundane when you walk over the lifeless bodies of beautiful black babies mistaking them as being part of the asphalt                           
dough boys and gun crazy enthusiast living in an overcrowded concrete jungle shanty town                              
where modern day Al Capones and Dion O’Banion’s display gunplay 24/7, and nine year olds are lured into alleyways and executed      
Tyshawn Lee, shot in the head and back by cowards, they couldn't even look the young prince in the eyes    
I wonder will common sense, empathy and respect for human sovereignty ever come around    
     
their excuses, I gotta get this bread, it’s real out here, niggers is dying, my family got to eat                              
no rest for the weary round the clock trapping, set building and wars raging, their families gotta eat too      
       
my heart is filled with sadness and engulfed in sorrow because brothers are hating and killing brothers          
when they should be bonded in uniformity in the struggle against suffrage, poverty and injustice          
can I get a reprise from Marvin singing out loud, "mother, mother there's too many of you crying"          
       
I am hurting as I become a wreck suffering from anxiety brought on by inner city blues that makes me wanna scream and holler asking (sing) what’s going on, ooh what's going on, yeah what's going on          
pleading mercy mercy me, remembering his famous verse, "brother, brother, brother there's far too many of you dying"            
           
descendants of reconstruction refugees liberate your minds, this is the new social experiment on steroids          
see how they divide north and south and east and west then create strife so they can steal your future while sitting back watching as you end each other's lives          
just giving you something to think about Chiraq, "the land where blood flows along its river banks"