WINDY CITY

WINDY CITY Yo son, is the Chi that windy? Always, but then it depends on what you mean If you mean windy by the old and beaten Spirits of those who lost hope, Giving you the cold shoulder Then yea it's windy If you mean, Looking into the biting stare of toolie packing 1st graders, Who knew their sets before their Pledge of Allegience Then yea it's windy If you mean your fingers slowly freezing Not because it's 20 below, But because you're in Holy city wearing That blue not Gold Then yea it's windy If you mean walking home from school Passing the same women on the track Fighting over pimps, on the corner of Madison Then yea it's windy If you mean the local police, being replaced as neighborhood heroes By pimps, drug dealers, rappers, atheletes, and any other negroe Who did some foul ishh, just to make it "out of the hood" Then yea it's windy If you mean tears turning to ice before they reach the ground Cuz you just lost your brother, Because some fools thought it better to dump into a Crowd instead of doing business one on one All is one and one is all Then yea it's windy If you mean watching an entire block beat 2 men to death When the driver had a stroke and hit a kid But the same men so called protecting the youth are The same one's who've beat and abondoned their seeds time and time again Then yea it's windy If you mean preachers dressing like pimps, And pimps talking like preachers Or young gyrls dressing far to old for they age Trying to meet a man, to take care of their needs Not realizing they don't need him for that, Just the drive and dedication to do for themselves Then yea it's windy And if you mean going up 112 floors On a clear night looking into 3 states And wondering could you or would you live any place else Then yea it's windy But if you didn't want the answer I gave Then the next time you meet a cool cat, or a Vice Lord brother, From that southside of Chicago. Don't ask if it's windy Ask them how's the weatherCode:

I love Chicago..that was tyte.

no doubt that was tight. I can relate 250%. blood in blood out and they aint neva lie about that one.

For real, I couldn't describe home any more real than that. Chocolatetai411

THAT WAS FIYAH!!!!! PURE FIYAH!!!! GREAT WRITE!!

Deep

Yo I'm in Bama now but reading that poem put me right back to my home on southside of chi on the cold corner of 47th street. thanks for making me remember the good days and some bad.......!!!!!!!