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[Featuring Mylik Yusef]
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This the city of Chicago
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The state of confusion
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The style I'm using is free
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Or at least it would be if my mind was
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Peep I'm behind cause
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I didn't handle my function while in high school
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Although I was cool
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The hood I live in ain't that proper
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Cause a cop a stop ya
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And have you at a hundred and eleventh before you can say not guilty
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I'm not filthy
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Nor am I rich
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Ain't that a bitch
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Like life is
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Not your wife is
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See that your better halve
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Do your math
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And peep that two halves make a whole
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And all I have to hold
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Is my self pride
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So these streets I strive
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Like a Black Panther
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Asking can the
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situation get much worst
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All I do is try to appeal to the masses
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As the phrase keep it real passes
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The teeth of too many phoney individuals
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Snakes, that smooth like criminals
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They create chemicals
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That the Earth hate
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Doing their damndest to decrease my birth rate
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I'd settle for lesser knowing I'm worth wait
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Or at least my weight in precious gems
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So I'm steadily steadly steadly
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Trying to lose my religion, like R E M
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Created in His own image so are we him?
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And through all this crises
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Shid(Shit) I wonder where Christ is
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Well he damn sure not in K town or the wild hundreds
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Where they broadcast G.D. till the world blow-up
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And Stone run it
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Hunted by police for display in state vile cages
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Come out to make minimum wages
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And with a desiese that are contagious
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It is fucking outrages
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The amounts of Black and Brown they lock up
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But the Most High encourages me to put the glock up
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And Stock up on do for self knowledge
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A brother couldn't afford to go to collage
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So I had to learn form the school of hard knock
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On the hard blocks of the Chi
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Even I, think about moving out to River Oaks
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As my liver soaks
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In mad Hennesy
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Cause I got a bad tendency
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To do a lot of drinking
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Now I do a lot of thinking
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Blinking, was your third eye
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When you heard I
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was one of the chosen one
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Industry doors keep closing
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(sing) Watch the closing doors
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Niggas want a record deal
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But can they deal with a record?
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Cause once they get rich
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They tend to switch
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Like a sissy
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Please miss me
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With all that bullshit you popping
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This knowledge I'm gonna keep dropping
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Even if you had one of them red octagon
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Motherfuckers say Mylik how you make your living?
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I say by breathing oxygen
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My City
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| Common Sense |
