This the city of Chicago   The state of confusion   The style I'm using is free   Or at least it would be if my mind was   Peep I'm behind cause    I didn't handle my function while in high school   Although I was cool   The hood I live in ain't that proper   Cause a cop a stop ya   And have you at a hundred and eleventh before you can say not guilty   I'm not filthy   Nor am I rich   Ain't that a bitch   Like life is    Not your wife is   See that your better halve   Do your math   And peep that two halves make a whole   And all I have to hold    Is my self pride   So these streets I strive   Like a Black Panther   Asking can the    situation get much worst   All I do is try to appeal to the masses   As the phrase keep it real passes   The teeth of too many phoney individuals   Snakes, that smooth like criminals   They create chemicals   That the Earth hate   Doing their damndest to decrease my birth rate   I'd settle for lesser knowing I'm worth wait   Or at least my weight in precious gems   So I'm steadily steadly steadly   Trying to lose my religion, like R E M   Created in His own image so are we him?   And through all this crises   Shid(Shit) I wonder where Christ is   Well he damn sure not in K town or the wild hundreds   Where they broadcast G.D. till the world blow-up   And Stone run it   Hunted by police for display in state vile cages   Come out to make minimum wages   And with a desiese that are contagious   It is fucking outrages   The amounts of Black and Brown they lock up   But the Most High encourages me to put the glock up   And Stock up on do for self knowledge   A brother couldn't afford to go to collage   So I had to learn form the school of hard knock   On the hard blocks of the Chi   Even I, think about moving out to River Oaks   As my liver soaks   In mad Hennesy   Cause I got a bad tendency   To do a lot of drinking   Now I do a lot of thinking   Blinking, was your third eye   When you heard I   was one of the chosen one   Industry doors keep closing   (sing) Watch the closing doors   Niggas want a record deal   But can they deal with a record?   Cause once they get rich   They tend to switch   Like a sissy   Please miss me   With all that bullshit you popping   This knowledge I'm gonna keep dropping   Even if you had one of them red octagon   Motherfuckers say Mylik how you make your living?   I say by breathing oxygen