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The Streets of Chi Town


Cocaine, death cold, and snow white.
Blood streams hot and rose red.
Young folks are lying in the gutter dead.
The streets of Chi Town are running red
with the blood of its children.

Callie at fourteen, is a woman grown.
She used to have a man of her own.
Now her man is shot and gone,
because of the bad thing he went and done,
and now she has a baby on the way.

A dirty ally was Callie’s wedding bed.
Now she’s just another mother that’s unwed,
because she never listened to a word her parents said,
and now the streets of Chi Town are flowing red,
with the blood of its children.

Her young man was just starting to shave,
but now he’s lying in a cold lonely grave.
Young Callie is trying the best to save
a little money for her child.

Being a street walker in the night
can never make anything right,
so she deals a little of the death white,
knowing that it’s not all sweetness and light.
However, there is no other game to play,
because her belly is growing bigger every day.

Because there’s a baby on the way,
she has become a ganger’s prey.
In her dreams, her man is still around,
instead of lying dead like a hound,
in the cold and bloody ground of Chi Town.

Her man James put the blankets on his own bed,
and now his lying cold and dead.
The streets of Chi Town are running red
with the blood of its children.

After dark in Seneca park
looks like all the cops have fled,
and the streets of Chi Town
are running bright red,
with the blood of its children.

The gangers own the town at night.
The drugs they sell are a blight.
Sapping the will of any who’ll fight,
and those that stand for something right,
end with an alleyway as their burial site.

The ghetto streets are a war zone.
A wooden box is the war lord’s throne.
His warriors are less than half grown,
but their faces are well known,
in the ugly streets of Chi Town.

Old folks huddle in the dark,
listening to guns go off in the park,
and pray to make it through the night,
pray to live until the morning light.

Young James was killed in a drive by.
He never had a chance to say goodbye.
Callie watched without a tear in her eye.

She couldn’t take the time to cry,
because its dog eat dog,
and only the strong survive.
She knew she had to stay alive.
Selling drug is hard way to survive,
but that’s the only game one can play
when you have a child on the way.

A young woman with child is lying dead,
two bullets in her pretty little head,
and the streets of Chi Town are running red,
with the blood of its children.

Cocaine, death cold and snow white.
Blood streams hot and rose red.
Young folks are lying in the gutter dead,
and the streets of Chi Town are running red
with the blood of its children.

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