Welcome to Chiraq

Y'all should know it well enough

There's no turning back

These boys acting like they tough

End up 6 feet under when they go on the attack

Gunshots ring like thunder

Like *brack brack brack*

Aim!

Shoot!

Fire!

This city is a liar

Presenting an ideal society

While censoring the violent reality

But the summer sun shines sunshine

That shine on these crimes

Revealing bullet holes

Bullet holes

That tore through our home

That's divided by violence

Apathetic people give their condolence

And we run around

Surrounded by the same sounds

On BD

On GD

On God

On Fam

On EVERYTHING

You have the right to remain silent

Phones rings

Breaking the silence of broken homes

Mothers cry to the night sky

Nameless names

That pass by on our TV screens

To be remembered

Forgotten

Mocked

Tributes

Going down in history

As martyrs

Who give birth to the battle cries

Of movements that are seen as

Powerful

Or a definition of urban stereotypes

Stereotypes that are drowned

In pools of blood

And years of tears

From crimes that are

White on white

White on Brown

Brown on white

Brown on Brown

Brown on black

Black on brown

White on black

Black on white

Black on black

Smack

Back to back

Crime after crime

Murder after murder

That murder begins to sound

Like my Chicago

And my Chicago begins to sound like murder