My City

[Verse: Malik Yusef] This the city of Chicago The state of confusion The style I'm using is free Or probably, it would be if my mind was Peep, I'm behind 'cause I didn't handle my functions while in high school Although I was cool The hood I live in ain't that proper 'Cause a cop'll stop ya And have you at a hundred and eleventh before you can say not guilty I'm not filthy nor am I rich Ain't that a bitch Like life is, not your wife is See that your better half Do your math And peep that two halves make a whole And all I have to hold is my self pride So these streets I strive Like a Black Panther asking can the Situation get much worst All I do is try to appeal to the masses As the phrase "keep it real" passes The teeth of too many phoney individuals Snakes, that smooth like criminals They create chemicals that the Earth hate Doing they damndest to decrease my birth rate I'd settle for lesser knowing that I'm worth wait Or at least my weight in precious gems So I'm steadily steadly steadly Trying to lose my religion, like R.E.M Created in His own image so am I him? And in the middle of this crisis Shit I wonder where Christ is Well, he damn sure not in K town or the wild hundreds Where they broadcast G.D. till the world blow-up And Stone run it Hunted by police for display in state vile cages Come out to make receive minimum wages Plus, with disease that are contagious It is fucking outrages The amounts of Black and Brown they lock up But the Most High encourages me to put the Glock up And stock up on do for self knowledge A brother couldn't afford to go to collage So I went to learn form the school of hard knocks On the hard blocks of the Chi Even I think about moving out to River Oaks As my liver soaks in mad Hennesy Cause I got a bad tendency To do a lot of drinking But now I do a lot of thinking Blinking, was your third eye When you heard I Was one of the chosen Industry doors keep closing Watch the closing doors Niggas want a record deal But can they deal with a record? Cause once they get rich They tend to switch like a sissy Please miss me with all that bullshit you popping This science I'm gonna keep on dropping And me, I won't be stopping Even if you had one of them red octagon Motherfuckers say, "Malik, how you make your living?" I say by breathing oxygen