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chief kamachi - city blocks lyrics

[chorus]
and the city blocks
and the city blocks
and the city blocks
they drive me wild
and the city blocks
and the city blocks
and the city blocks
they drive me wild

[verse one]
it’s another ghetto story but just gimme a minute
about a street lieutenant diagnosed schizophrenic
hear voices in his mind, slow dancing with the wolves
but he’s still an og, well known for breaking jaws
family call him weirdo, sent him to the loony bin
came home crazier, see lights in every room he in
talk to a black angel, perched on his left shoulder
look in his eyе say he high but his breath sober
hе barely sleep, got his head trapped in sp+ce and time
lawyer plead insanity but he f+cked up and facing time
back on the block, six month in spital
don’t ever take his meds, never consider a little
stay in the zone, screaming “motherf+ckers, leave me alone”
but ain’t a soul seen a sight when he talking that tone
got his hand to his ears on an invisible phone
the spirits on the dark side party to welcome him home
on the streets!
[chorus]

[verse two]
the street corners whisper they sound like an entity
with dead souls hunting the hood looking for empathy
inspire inner city luciferian tendencies
tryna school ya to the evil ruler in these embassies
another story, blood and gory in my memories
this first rap group rock high school assemblies
he started changing making death metal symphonies
covered in tattoos, metal spikes on black shoes
f+cked with some crazy drugs you never seen the blacks use
a hood n+gga stuck on lsd
hallucinating some wh0res with satan tryna yell at b
let’s walk to the store baby we can sell sc
he was a different kind and he swing from a different vine
his mother’s death put pressure on his gifted mind
you heard of the depression inside the music
committed suicide never got the chance to use it
on the streets!

[chorus]

[verse three]
this last verse is sick, and i mean that literal
i try to break it down without being too critical
this young fella carry a pink umbrella
seen ’em with all the little girls playin’ “punchinello, punchinello”
his mom’s only child what could you tell her
named him anthony but all his friends call him angela
now he stealing old party dresses outta the cellar
dead wrong, crooked red born lipstick yella
the beginning dark life in the nighttime sinning
tryna fool n+ggas looking for legitimate women
in the wrong place, he was starring in the wrong face
and this n+gga had some hatred in his heart
started screaming “k!ll f+ggots, i’ll be waiting in the park”
he just thought he was drunk, didn’t take it to the heart
stroll by no high, then the automatic start
you know the rest, no need to stress the paramedic part
on the streets!
[chorus]

- chief kamachi lyrics

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