More Chicago memories

people forget who i am and where im from,

im nobodies son,

from a city where its easier to get a gun,
where kids cry because they dont know what needs to be done,

but thats just how us ghetto kids grow,

no adult to guide us 
but thats just how it is in chicago

its up to us to keep the meaning of ghetto alive,

its the only place where kids like us could survive,

the world and aint kind and we understand that

foster care promised us nothing but lies,
a loving family to hold us when we cry,

but we wake up in the gutta' 

and the game taught me everything,

i handled any beef anybody sent my way,

they could send me to the pen,

but they know i wont change,

its thug in my veins

thats just how it is 
it aint my fault i grew up fats

possesed by the streets 
you cant tell me this isnt my home,

everything ive seen and done,

not everybody lives, but most kids die,

i swear, 

if i could i would save all of these kids, lives

gotta live with it till i grow old 

because being from chiraq 

i gotta remain bold 

its a cold city 

so you know im bred to be real,

no matter how i feel

because its just what chiraq made me