My City

This the city of Chicago The state of confusion This style I'm using is free Or prolly it would be if my mind was Peep I'm behind cause I didn't handle my function while in high school Although I was cool The hood I live in ain't that proper Cause a cop a stop ya And have you at a hundred and eleventh before you can say not guilty I'm not filthy Nor am I rich Ain't that a bitch Like life is Not your wife is See that your butter halve Do your math And peep that two halves make a whole And all I have to hold Is my self pride So these here streets I strive Like a Black Pantha Asking can the situation get much worst All I do is try to appeal to the masses As the phrase keep it real passes The teeth of too many phoney individuals Snakes, that smooth like criminals They create chemicals That the Earth hate Doing their damndest to decrease my birth rate I'd settle for lesser knowing I'm worth wait Or worth my weight in precious gems So I'm steadily steadly steadly Trying to lose my religion, like R E M Created in His own image so am i we him And in the middle of this crises Shit I wonder where Christ is Well he damn sure not in K town or in the wild hundreds Where they broadcast GD till the world blow up And Stone run it Hunted by police for display in state vile cages Come out to receive minimum wages Plus with a desiese that's contagious It is fucking outrages The amounts of Black and Brown they lock up But the Most High encourages me to put the glock up And Stock up on do for self knowledge A brother couldn't afford to go to collage So I went to the school of hard knock On the hard blocks of the Chi Even I, think about moving out to River Oaks As my liver soaks In mad Hennesy Cause I have a bad tendency To do a lot of drinking But now I do a lot of thinking Blinking, was your third eye When you heard I was one of the chosen Industry doors keep closing sing Watch the closing doors But btothas still want a record deal But can they deal with a record Cause once they get rich They tend to switch Like a sissy Please miss me With all that bullshit you popping This science I'm gonna keep on droppin' And me I won't be stoppin' Even if you had one of them red octagon Folks say Mylik how you make your living I say by breathin' oxygen