Identity Theft
They look at the color of my skin
See ink running down my limbs
And the illusion is set in their minds
Suddenly I have a new face
They spit words out
Calling me gangbanger
Asking about drug deals
I can’t believe the things coming out of their mouths
Are we not professionals?
Where does this discrimination come from?
It doesn’t matter who I am
It’s where I come from
And my color scheme that matters now
I have walked a different path
But my beginning is my end
Chicago is the murder capital
God help the ones who survive
Cause now we are the guilty for all the dead
And we’ll carry those sins with us wherever we go
So your jokes aren’t funny to me
The people I’ve lost aren’t laughing
Real gangs litter my streets
And drugs nearly killed my family
These are insults to the highest degree
Don’t test me or you’ll see
What living in Chicago has taught me…