Chiraq

I grew up in the burbs, but moved to the hood because I understood that’s all I could afford make it minimum wage wasn’t the way I got into trouble along the way I got my face pushed into a hood while police car because that was far from where I needed to be I got my car stolen from the ghetto. I found it myself on I 55. All the windows were busted. That’s why I knew no one could be trusted. I lived in the hood. Someone threw a brick through my window. Tried to rob my shit, I think it was a crackhead or something. I chased him down and kicked his ribs and pushed his face to a wall. That was some gall then I got married and moved to the nice area and moved out of Chiraq because I was under attack all the time watching my back you never know who’s gonna be whack always on alert because you never know when someone’s gonna try to steal your bag or stab you in the neck for looking to the right always at night riding the train making it home from work without some jerk trying to push you out down the stairs from the subway terminal that’s what we have to deal with when you’re living in Chicago, the shittiest town to ever be but what the fuck can you do you gotta do what you gotta do and survive just to stay alive