Chicagoans look out for each other,
how I say these words,
smiling through clenched teeth,
if I lie, the eagle plucks out my eyes,
cash rules everything around me,
money,
as the root of all evil, is a joke,
go ask the priests and the pastors
who take
offerings by the basketful at church,
as the kids on the streets mug
the people,
nothing but thugs in gangs of four,
steal shoes,
smash and grab, roll a lone pedestrian.
Looking out for Chicago, bullets fly,
on unsuspecting passersby, at home,
open windows, closed doors, bloodshed,
the dead
kiss us goodbye with frozen lips,
sealed closed,
in our metropolis, we lookin' out,
nasty works of the disenfranchised poor
gun down with disorganized precision
Opportunity, locked with triple bolts,
under the rules, systemic racism
thrived for decades, we put an end to this.
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