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Chicago Not Chiraq


Chicago. It's the name of my city. But it's also known as Chi-raq Countless of deaths like the war in Iraq Bodies slumped over, to many to keep track Only thing that's stacked are blacks They're killing us..... We're killing us...... Pretty soon there will be nomore us! Stop it with the Bullshit! You're only helping the white man kill off the black man all Cause your a pussy who uses a gun instead of your hands! Killing of oneself because they're judge for being one self. Some people hear the name and they fear it Others have the city in their high spirits. Like Georgia, Cali, or New York don't need to hear it They going thru the same shit so pray for them with your spirit They hide us. Try to divide us. They don't have much work to do cause we already only rocking with a few. It's not only us vs us but also us vs blue Our future they contradict it to the streets some of us are already addicted To the jail house some of us were already shipped 6feet under is where some are already placed It's all about fucking gender and race not about the people and fate My city don't need your sorry pity We want respect as if we were people of Atlantic City Not to be looked at like we're itty bitty This is Chicago the windy city not Chiraq the story of a city that ain't never pretty
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