My City

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 steadily steadily
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 ain't 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's contagious
It is fucking outrages
The amounts of Blacks and Browns 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 have 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 on closing
Watch the closing doors
But brothers still 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 octagons
Motherfuckers say, "Malik, how you make your living?"
I say by breathing oxygen