Windy City

[Skit: Chicago Violence] [Verse 1: Prez Harris] We on the benches, look at the richest They not even on the hitlist Death within inches, at any mention Feeling like we in the trenches Violence at its highest and we supply it Bullets flying Windy City innocent families crying Pharell's happy tell me could we buy it Some people struggle to eat on top of that we die it's A shame but people thinks it's a game Checkers put red on black until your king, make fat ladies sing No taking Ls baby don't lack Leave and return with a 45 like Jordan was back [Hook: Prez Harris] There's so much sadness in my city Why so much happen in my city I'm just rappin in my city, black up in my city Just living black up in my city Views from the chi Happy I'm alive Every single day I'm praying I don't die Why so much happen in my city Just living Black up in my city [Verse 2: Prez Harris] A bunch of profiling, no smiling, so violent Hide behind the po sirens, really they just mo tyrants Kill us cause we show signs of, being black Then say we attacked, just if we talk back So what we supposed to do with that Hands up yelling don't shoot tell me how he lacked Tell me how we supposed to act when cops want you straight shook So if not ya dignity, your life is what they took And it don’t matter bout ya Facebook if ya pic fit the profile You the one that they book, Checkmate Life's a game of chess, yes it's still just black and white And you can lose it for one night [Hook: Prez Harris] There's so much sadness in this world Why so much happen in this world Man I'm just rappin in this world, black up in this world Just living black up in this world Views from the chi Happy I'm alive Every single day I'm praying I don't die Why so much happen in this world Just living Black up in this world [Verse 3: Prez Harris] Why should I be scared? Why should I be feared? Better yet why should I feel like I shouldn't be here? Why should I feel like I have to beware? Why should I feel like all things'll be fair in a system that empowers ones whose skin fair? And give fake cares act like they been there Race quote on twitter, but then it ends there Like it's taxing to affirm this action We relaxin' pull Jesse Jackson still couldn't get a push But who am I, I know y'all ain't heard me Son of the clergy with a vision that seems blurry, but see Since 42 we was good enough for the jersey But even in LA they still don't think we worthy, I'm saying [Outro: Prez Harris] I don't know what to say I just know that it hurts I wish I had the words just to make it all work [Skit: National Problem]