Letras
I'm just a poet on a palm tree
Swaying in the alleys
Of the Second City
Four seasonal storms
All around me
I'm on my Tom Skilling
Sears Tower
Looking like King Kong
Still balling
Passing 40, ugh
City of haters gonna hate
Hoopers gonna hoop
Creators will create
And the coast will always take
To make their cake
We got a lot of issues
But Chicago's never fake
Eating Vienna beefs
"Give me a side of cuban steak!"
Riddling Scripture intersecting with my big city context
The Gospel applies to all our city's mess
So I'm praying as I nod to beats
Walking these streets
Opportunities to bless
I got the Prince of Peace for all my leadership stress
I'm bearing witness
Cause Mama Shedd said
All my spirit's passions yeah they became a gig
Ayo praise to the Most
I got one life to give
Christ gave me His
So my life lives and gives in the Supreme Kid
Yeah
I will never graduate being present
Where I live
Global endeavors, nothing better yeah
But Chicago's my crib
Come through
Lets grab a slice of deep dish
Break bread, take communion
Shoot up praise to the Triune
But yo, let there be no confusion
I want the church of Christ to come together
Every tribe, larger then Coachella and spanning the interstellars
Technically, I like techniques and live heat
Live trío with my g's Lopi and Lolo looking east
Sailing these seas, 'til eternity
Chicago in the breeze
On my chest I got a C
Add an S on everything
Chi kids of the city
Raised in the Windy
Child of the King
Posted under Wabash
Waiting for the King