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
