If I'm not here tomorrow don't feel sorrow
just carry on until the rise of the Sun on the morrow
tomorrow isn't promised to anybody everyday in Chicago you hear about another dead body
chalk in the street the whole family meets
at the funeral home a parent burying a child they may have raised all alone

It's like we try to raise kings without thrones or queens with overactive hormones
our children spend more time alone while their parents are away drinking death into a city it's like we constantly create our own committees of death and demons I mean this