A Chicago Child Omen

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
I'm 19, gotta give me a nine
Cause I live among this city with crime
I mean the grittiest kind
On the block, gotta get on my grind
I stand on cop cars screaming the city is mine
See my mama in the living room on her knees praying
Guess he in the sky, shit God ain't here
Bless for me, please don't say that son
I don't want to lose you, you don't want to lose me
You don't need that gun
Mama please let my arm go
If I don't carry this I don't see tomorrow
Please save all that for another night
That church shit couldn't save my brother life
These other boys out here carrying they automatics
They throwing out the shot gun like quarterbacks
See I'm tired of the lows, so I'm getting high
What's the point of life when we all finna' die
Please tell me what I'm supposed to do
What you trying to tell me, I should vote for who?
Is Obama gone bring my brother back?
Ask God will he bring my cousin back
See ya'll can make the laws without me
Ain't no secret service standing all around me
On your news cast talking all about me, like you really all about me
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