The Streets of Chicago

Life in the hood, never gets better, it only gets worse.
It seems like Chicago,was built on a curse.

The streets where Gangstas **** and the weaker die, a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye.

Men are measured with blood, sweat and tears, embracing their weapons and facing their fears.

Retaliation, is always a must, with the only true brothers, the one's you can trust.

Truth told by the tongue of a liar, fate bent and destiny sold, 
the stupid brave mortals bold.

Face hell's gate and run in fear, 
feel the evil lurking here. 

Broken minds and soulless beasts, 
on the faithless they so shall feast.

For a useless warning and a shattered rule, 
to the trespassers the death is cruel.

A worthless life and a sinner's blade, 
time and again this game is played.

Hustlers, bangers, women and men,
welcome to the devils den.