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[Verse: Boogalu] Chicago, I'm in love with you You cut my arm, I'll bleed your blue But, you cut me just too many times And I bled till I met with a thousand rhymes Your Tribune lines are proof to me That another home is meant to be Cuz' I know your blocks will come to cease But, for now I vow to fight for peace So, for all who are here, let this one be A simple offering for the cold and free We pray for your light or the world to see Hope for your city and eternity God speed