Chi-Town Chronicles

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You gotta listen closely to this one

It's a long story,

but it's all real

Look

It started on the corner of 79th Cold wind biting through the

heavy winter coat Two brothers plotting how to make it out the

cold One took the pen,

the other took the road We had no heating in the middle

of December Just the bitter lessons that I still remember He said

he'd hold the block until the sun came up Never knew that

night would be the final cut

And now the streets are singing lullabies

Underneath the gray Chicago skies

We live and die by the words we write

Hoping we can make it through the night

Fast forward three years,

now I'm in the booth

Spitting fire just to keep 'em in the truth But the phone

rang, heard a voice on the line

Said they caught him slippin' at the worst time

Dropped the microphone, ran out the door Tears hitting fast on the

cold concrete floor

I saw the tape,

saw the flashing red lights

Lost my other half to the dark city nights

And now the streets are singing lullabies

Underneath the gray Chicago skies

We live and die by the words we write

Hoping we can make it through the night

This for my brother

This for everybody we lost in the trenches

Long story short

We still standing

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