(Ky)
Catch me on the North Side
That's where the party at
And where the cash at
Hmm where the blacks at?
Catch me on the Southside
Sox side my side
Wild 100's stay hot
Make sure the Moe's not
Around
The West side
Look like a wasteland
Where some of my peeps be
So time ain't wasted
Catch me on the East Side
East Side crazy
Daily in HP
Even HP crazy
But this what made me
ILL state of mind
Yucky crime town
And it tastes pretty grime
But I love the lines
Red green yellow pink brown
Underground
Hot Dogs, Bulls, and the Pier
My dear
Chicago I'm here
To celebrate your greatness
And get you through the tears
Have no fear
My bro here too
The tale of our lives
Second city originals...
(Hen)
Yo on the Amen, corner I stood looking at my former hood
felt the spirit in the wild
knew my friend was gone for good
threw dirt on the casket
the hurt, I could mask it
mixing down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
I coreograph seven steps to heaven and hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
veteran of a cold war its Chica-I-go for, what I know or, what's known
so some days I take the bus home
from the crib I spend months gone
sat by the window with a clutched dome listening to shorties cuss long
young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
tried to call, or at least text the Lord
but didn't have a touch tone
its a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
some of this land I must own
out of the city, they want us gone
tearing down the 'jects creatin plush homes
my circumstances is between Cabrini and Love Jones
surrounded by hate, yet I love home
ask my God how he thought traveling the world sound, found it hard to imagine he hadn't been downtown its deep
I heard the city breathe in its sleep
of reality I touch, but for me its hard to keep
Catch me on the North Side
That's where the party at
And where the cash at
Hmm where the blacks at?
Catch me on the Southside
Sox side my side
Wild 100's stay hot
Make sure the Moe's not
Around
The West side
Look like a wasteland
Where some of my peeps be
So time ain't wasted
Catch me on the East Side
East Side crazy
Daily in HP
Even HP crazy
But this what made me
ILL state of mind
Yucky crime town
And it tastes pretty grime
But I love the lines
Red green yellow pink brown
Underground
Hot Dogs, Bulls, and the Pier
My dear
Chicago I'm here
To celebrate your greatness
And get you through the tears
Have no fear
My bro here too
The tale of our lives
Second city originals...
(Hen)
Yo on the Amen, corner I stood looking at my former hood
felt the spirit in the wild
knew my friend was gone for good
threw dirt on the casket
the hurt, I could mask it
mixing down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
I coreograph seven steps to heaven and hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
veteran of a cold war its Chica-I-go for, what I know or, what's known
so some days I take the bus home
from the crib I spend months gone
sat by the window with a clutched dome listening to shorties cuss long
young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
tried to call, or at least text the Lord
but didn't have a touch tone
its a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
some of this land I must own
out of the city, they want us gone
tearing down the 'jects creatin plush homes
my circumstances is between Cabrini and Love Jones
surrounded by hate, yet I love home
ask my God how he thought traveling the world sound, found it hard to imagine he hadn't been downtown its deep
I heard the city breathe in its sleep
of reality I touch, but for me its hard to keep
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