Lyrics Chicago Times - Jon G Woods

Chicago times
CLTV UPN WGN you seen um
Redeye The Trib Sun Times you heard about it
FOX ABC NBC you tell the news
You know it's the blues
Chicago times it's hard out here
Let's get it

Where's Roger Rabbit when you need him
Most niggas want carrots so fed them
Instead we shoot shoot um bleed um
It's over now so they fade to black like Hovah now
We need salvation Jehovah bow
Cross your heart don't hope to die
These niggas got a shooters eye
Bled out in the street where they rest to lie
Solely fact just check the Redeye
Thursday homicide tracker
Souls hiking up hills like backpackers
Hopefully to the white castle
Not shitty outcomes like thirty minutes after
From the go so we see red
Aftermath bloodbath
Niggas holding more tools then a shed
We calling out for help but not the fed
Rahm bow acting like Rambo
Death to a youth what a mayor can't stand for

Gunshot gunshot gunshot stabbing
Gunshot gunshot gunshot stabbing
Gunshot gunshot gunshot stabbing
They gun cocked scope um scope um blast um
Blast um

Gunshot gunshot gunshot stabbing
Gunshot gunshot gunshot stabbing
Gunshot gunshot gunshot stabbing
They gun cocked scope um scope um blast um
Blast um

So much murder where's the love
Won't share food but will share the slugs
Niggas won't dare to budge
On the corner getting money
In the snow or when it's sunny
Tired of being bummy
With my guys getting scummy
Chiraq the new marines
Rocking True Religion jeans
Ain't even got they GED's
Recipe for disaster
Who can get locked up faster
Crook county welcomes you
Couple cases what you welcome to
Whole future fucked up no guidance
Niggas only respect violence or defiance
Getting touched like Midas
Getting tuned up
Life in the fast lane guaranteed pain
Niggas insane fuck street fame
I want to remain and maintain stack change

Gunshot gunshot blasting
Gunshot gunshot blasting
Gunshot gunshot blasting
Brothers holding tools don't be a fool

Gunshot gunshot blasting
Gunshot gunshot blasting
Gunshot gunshot blasting
Brothers holding tools don't be a fool

Send the National Guard life is hard
But who knows might make it worse
Crossfire war yard
Is education to basic
Let's face it
Realistic situations
Should we be taking gun classes
Measuring math in
Ounces grams and eights
Halves pounds the only place
We end up is in the pound
Or six feet under ground
Mama's spinning round
Daddy's not around
Trapped in neighborhoods of a segregated town
Difficult to smile kids stay with a frown
Never get to study abroad
Cause they homeward bound
Staying in they room
Pulling up the covers
Drowning out the gunshot sounds