Chi-Town's Cry {pt. 1}
Ppl aroun my age disgust me
All dey kno is $, guns, appearance & Frontin
Fightin, wolfn & cussn
Outside w/no house trainin like dey mama aint tawt em nun
Dey jus show dey butts 2 c who lookin
& neva think bout da outcome, dats y so many lives r tooken
Ppl aroundmy age luv frontn
talkn bout dey getn $ & dey got haters wen dey aint got nun
not even that lil piece of hope (a diploma) 2 allow dey self 2 b sumn
but naw dey wana hang wit dey "buddies"
wen 1/2 gon be buried 3ft deep on top of sumbody
and tha otha 1/2 gon b sumbody's punk (evrybody dont get lucky)
Ppl aroun my age always wonder y
Y dey cant have dis n dat like da next guy
Failin 2 realize u gotta try
Nothin is givn less ya work 4 it while ya knees 2 da dirt
fingertips 2 ya chin n ya eyes 2 da sky
Ima give tha world my heart b4 i die
I want a change so it starts w/me
I cant do it alone so Ima need u 2 b like twitter n follow me
I want u 2 kno wat goin on nside
I want da world 2 hear Chi-town's Cry
Copyright © Mariah Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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