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Fire and blue lights!
Blue
Blue
Turn all your candles on
Tell me that your light won't fade
Tell me that there's more of us
Tell me that your hope won't die
My city is an aquarium
Congested with piranhas
Excited from the red that
Be spilling from the violence
You think folk could speak hope
But most don't acknowledge
Tired of the nonsense
That got us here in bondage
Carnage like an honor
Shorties wear like a garnish
Breaking news demonic
Make a man want to vomit
Or maybe turn Amish
Leave this cityscape's carnage
Behind us
God is minimized
To a storefront imposter
And toxifying chronic
Not a father
Teach our sons how to profit
Daughters wear pajamas
Trying to find their inner goddess
Posting sad pics
Replacing all the loving comments
That never came from their father
Thinking porn is honor
And IG is their promise
Cardi got 'em
A Corner Store World View
Identity counterfeits
And lifestyle condoms
It's Acts 17
Philosophies on the feed
Where Ole' G's
Claim the truth
But religions no deeper than a suit
As they steal from the pews
Outside we play the blues
It's the soundtrack for our news
The hood bible is a rap song
With exaggerated liars
Dreaming of a block
Where Pac is The Messiah
Missing the Messiah
For a misaimed desire
Wide road to the fire
Leaving much to be desired
In this blinking light
Pick your vice
Blue Empire
Blue
Turn all your candles on
Tell me that your light won't fade
Tell me that there's more of us
Tell me that your hope won't die
Turn all your candles on
Tell me that your light won't fade
Tell me that there's more of us
Tell me that your hope won't die
Only hope is Christ
Sitting on the stoop
The throne
And knowing how to turn blue
And red
To purple hues
Look
Look
Look
Look
Look
Look
Look
Look
I admit
My birthplace
Is love and hate
Hugging the Go's
Like a cold embrace
Love meets pain
Living in this kind of state
Is Illinoise without saying
Walk Broadway
See the un-namely, unspoken
Hearts broken
Segregation been a cancer
Now we open
Our political deck of cards
Heads rolling
You read it on your mobile
We see it in the open
Need a Red Spade to win game
Christ only
City more gully than your guys claim to be
Without claiming one thing
Never flash our class on pinky rings
We be
More east than west
More work than rest
With blue-collar charms at best
No Hollywood
This is hoop dreams hall
RIP to the 90's
All the scenes we from
A salute to Stik
(Un Abrazo)
My final so long
I do the work of God
Don't know what'll happen tomorrow
Peace to all 77
Living through the hard work
And resting on the 7th
All my years in the Chi
Soundtracked by resurrection
One thing I know
One thing I know
Only thing worth, worth
Repeating in my flows
Christ is risen
May there be peace upon my city