Chicago Blues take two

Guns are firing.

Kids are dying.

Parents cry.

All the police do is sigh.

Another one dead and gone.

That's another bed empty and alone at home.

This shit is like a cycle.

You remember Michael? He was shot and killed right outside a church. (Jesus was watching)

But nobody cares.

Cause young Michael can be recycled.

By countless amounts of black boys that's hot on the blocks.

Sitting, looking, watching.

Cause everybody dies in the summer.

So you pray to God for a little more rain.

But rain can't wash away the bloodstain.

Or the heartache.

Kids are still dying.

Parents are still crying.

The graves are multiplying.

Somebody do something.

Chicago's got the blues.

And don't forget the Uzi.

 
 
 
 

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