The crooks and curves of Chicago concrete streets are set deep deep deep

BAH BAH BAH
We rise and lay flattened prostrate whenever the pistol rooster speaks
Singing confirmation

Whooah Whooah Whooah
Sirens scream closely behind the scene
With no mountain-top dreams or affirmation

WE EW WE EW WE EW
A sluggish struggling symphony the ambulance hums and cries

Lead us not into temptation
Deliver us from evil lies

Grab my words babies and prayers to attention feet

Lord I long to be with you
But I got promises to keep

I borrowed that last line from Robert Frost
He was familiar with dark gloomy days
I wonder when he wasn’t writing poems did he speak to you this way

He had miles yet to go before he went to sleep

His sentiment comforts my pains in a way

The curses and crafts of Chicago streets are constitutional and cut deep

Child 4 shot in crossfire dies
16 injured 32 fatalities
Most weekends what we face

NRA WINS NEW CASE

NOBODY RUNNING
WE HAVE BEEN TRAINED NOT TONRUN FROM GUNS
ITS NOT ABOUT RUNNING ITS ABOUT THE RACE

BAH BAH BAH
we roll diwn the sides of the beds lay flat and pray

Whooah Whooah Whooah
ITS GONE OKAY
STAY DOWN BE THERE IN A MINUTE
CHECKING WINDOWS NO SPRAY

WE EW WE EW WE EW
WE CAN STAND
BREATHE
HAVE A GOOD DAY

hug my babies in my prayers every day we keep

Lord I long for you
But I got promises to keep