The Streets of Chi (Chicago)

by Joe Dill

Back to the streets of Chi
The streets where me and my boys ryde
Down for whatever and always clever
When you sneak up on somebodies tip
Then unload a clip
You see the people scatter
While the bullets ratta tatta
Might hit one of ya boys
And you don't see it through all the noise
But once all the commotion ends
We be wearing the black suit again
I can't stop thinking about my cousin
He was one of the many, one of the dozen
That died for these streets
In 98 a bullet swept him off his feet
Now his at rest, although it's six feet deep
Me and my cousin's vowed to get his revenge
But sometimes you gotta let the DRAMA end
How will I die
I don't know I can't lie
It won't be for something I don't believe in
Back to the steets of Chi again

The Streets of Chi (Chicago) by Joe Dill

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