Second City Original's Tale: ILL State of Mind

Catch me on the Northside
That's where the parties at
And where the cash at
Hmm, where the blacks at?
Catch me on the Southside
Sox side my side
Wild 100's stay hot

Make sure the Moe's not

Around

The Westside

Look like a wasteland

Where some of my peeps be

So time ain't wasted

Catch me on the Eastside

Eastside crazy

Daily in HP

Even HP crazy

But this what made me

ILL State of mind

Yucky crime towm

And it tastes pretty grime

But I love the lines

Red Green Yellow Pink Brown

Underground

Hot Dogs, Bulls, and the Pier

My dear

Chicago I'm here

To celebrate your greatness

And get you through the tears

Have no fear

My bro here too

The tale of our lives

Second City Originals...

Yo on the Amen, corner I stood looking at my former hood

Felt the spirit in the wild

Knew my friend was gone for good

Threw dirt on the casket

The hurt, couldn't mask it

Mixing down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered

I choreograph seven steps to heaven and hell, waiting to exhale and

Make the bread leavened

Veteran of a cold war Chica-I-go for, what I know or, what's

known

So some days I take the bus home

From the crib I spend months gone

Sat by the window with a clutched dome listening to shorties cuss

Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong

Tried to call or at least text the Lord

But didn't have a touch tone

Its a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on

Some of this land I must own

Out of the city, they want us gone

Tearin down the jects creatin plush homes

My circumstances is between Cabrini and Love Jones

Surrounded by hate, yet I love home

Ask my God how he thought traveling the world sound, found it

Hard to imagine he hadn't been downtown its deep

I heard the city breathe in its sleep

Of reality I touch, but for me its hard to keep