Chi-Town Chronicles

Yeah

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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